The morning after the Walima, Anisa said her goodbyes to Fathima's family. She had spent a blissful, unburdened five days with them, a rare respite from her usual life. With final hugs and promises to keep in touch, she left for the train station, carrying the warmth of the celebration and a slight, melancholic emptiness that follows the end of a happy event. 😊
Meanwhile, Yugh also bid farewell to Mohammed and his new family. He got into his car for the long drive back home, hoping to arrive before late afternoon. The open road offered a stark contrast to the packed intimacy of the wedding days ,solitude instead of crowds, his own thoughts instead of shared laughter.
Anisa's journey was the longer one. Five to six hours on the train passed in a blur of changing landscapes outside her window. She drifted in and out of a light sleep, the rhythmic clatter of the tracks a steady soundtrack to her reflections on friendship, new beginnings, and the complicated past her path kept crossing with Yugh's. 🚊
She finally arrived home as evening settled in. The familiar silence of her house felt heavier now, accentuating her weariness. Too tired for an elaborate meal, she prepared a simple dinner, ate quietly, and gave in to her exhaustion, going to bed much earlier than usual. The trip was over, and real life, with all its unresolved threads and quiet demands, had resumed its hold.😴