The bridge was infamous for many suicides, incidents of robbery and accidents. They wanted to avoid the way but it was the shortest route and it was getting dark.
Rhea murmured, “The evening is beautiful. The sky will light up its countless lamps soon. Hope my life lights up too.”
She is the new bride, coming for the first time to her in-laws. Her gold ornaments sparkled in the headlights of the cars coming from opposite directions. Ajit, her husband was praying so that they cross this bridge without any untoward incident.
His prayer was granted.
They smoothly reached home.
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15 thoughts on “The Bridge”
Ohhh No twist in the tale?
This is so sweet Sumana. An Indian bride coming to her in-laws place with full of hopes and aspirations is very well captured.
It’s a sweet story….I’m happy that the their prayers were answered… 🙂
Short, sweet and positive.
Such a feel-good story. I do like it.
Oh I am happy they made it smoothly home. Lovely, Sumana.
Glad they made it across! A bridge toa new life.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers with your sweet story.
I hope hubby doesn’t make a habit of risking his new wife’s happiness.
I hope her visit with the new in-laws goes as smoothly as the journey!
I have a few roads like that where the relief is so great to have travelled them safely. Glad his prayers were answered and they made it to his parents. Good visual of his bride in the headlights.
Oh! What a happy ending.
Love a happy ending.. from what I have seen of traffic in India.. I think you need some luck to walk over such a bridge.
Glad the made it. 🙂
I need to check out Friday Fictioneers…sounds fun, as your sweet story tells.