Like Dew

Sundargram was a quiet village whose mornings came in gently, the sound of the birds and the rustling of leaves like dew on fresh green grass, and here lived two souls, who were going to meet.

Aarav was a young farmer who was characterized to be hardworking and calm in nature. In the mornings he rose early to look after his lands, and he saw the world being wakened by the early rays of the sun. It was a quiet life of Aarav that was beautiful but uncomplicated similar to a morning dew that caressed the petals of the flowers.

Across the village was Meera who was a schoolteacher that had a smile as good as the sun. Her heart was full of kindness and she had a passion of nurturing young minds. Meera had sunny mornings and she walked to the school greeting with warm words and radiant eyes the villagers on her way to the school.

Their worlds were close and yet untouched when one one fateful morning, fate chose to write their story as dew, light, pure and refreshing.

It was one rainy morning when Aarav was going to the village market; he saw something in the path which was different. It was a little quavering sparrow fallen out of nest, and could not fly. Aarav lifted the bird without hesitation trying to look around to find some help. Then Meera came, her eyes rounded and worried.

Oh sad pity! said she, and kindly taking the sparrow out of the hands of Aarav. Then they built a sort of nest of leaves and branches, and set the bird down in a tree near by.

It was a nice gesture, Aarav said adding kind of blushing. I did not want to leave it alone.

Meera smiled and blushed and put the hand across it. I did not either. It is said that it is the little things that count, right?”

After that there grew a silent friendship. Each day early in the morning, Aarav and Meera were meeting on the same path and telling each other stories and laughing like the dew just fell. They talked about what they wanted to do in future- Aarav wanted to expand his farm and Meera wanted to open a school library. They were comforting every other in the society and the heart is waking up in their presence like a dawn that is soft.

It was one morning when after a slight shower had made the ground clean, that they sat on the bank of the river watching the sun come up. It glimmered and the dew was strung on the leaves about them.

Why do you like mornings so much, Aarav, asked Meera.

And turning to her with curious eyes he said, Why?

And it is not us alone, it is the world, too: it is new again, fresh with hope, like us, every day. These are like the dew that fades away when the sun becomes too bright and we should make the most of such silent moments when life transforms everything.”

Aarav held her hand. Then shall we vow to love each morning, Time allotted and each moment, As the dew. Regardless what may happen.”

Meera nodded again, and the same warmth her heart had never felt overwhelmed her heart.What happened was, the seasons changed and they were bonding. The farm belonging to Aarav prospered and the school that Meera managed and that Aarav took care of children also did very well. The villagers frequently used to see them walk come hand in hand, just as the sun and the dew--one one warm and the other moist.

However tragedy as it is there were problems. There had been a terrible drought during the summer and crops were low, and the school had a tight time with the low attendance. It was a challenge of their power and belief.

On one summer evening as they stood under a sky with stars painted upon it, Aarav embraced Meera. Nohow dry or tough life be, I’ll be your dew, I pledge, I pledge to be your dew, -- You know I certainly will.

Meera was smiling, and the dewdrops were the tears on her lashes. And I will be your Sun, Aarav. With this all of us will get through.”

As frail and as strong as the morning dew, their love was a soft miracle of nature, which brought life, hope and renewal.

As the years passed and the children in the village were growing up having heard the tale, they used to say, this love of Aarav and Meera was like the dew, gentle, beautiful and immortal.