Melancholy clung to him like skin. An abusive father, a difficult childhood.

Into his cloud of sadness, she walked in. His silver lining.

The sun was just melting the cloud when death snatched her away.

A new cloud of sorrow. The tiny baby in his arms, his new silver lining.

Tejaswinee Barua is an Engineer by profession and a writer by choice. Visit Tejaswinee’s blog.