The Right Waves
She sat there on the beach, looking at the sunset, and where things had gone wrong. Everyone else reminded her only of that.
A tug on the sleeve of her blouse broke her thoughts, and she turned.
“Amma, the waves keep washing my name away when I write it,” said her daughter, a pained look on her face.
She smiled. She couldn’t help but do so.
“Maybe they love your name too much, darling,” she replied, looking at one part of her life that had gone right.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
26th April, 2018)