“One-two-three… Danny, I got three.” Kate ran to her husband who was having a gentle nap on the seasand. “Look Daniel, I got three shells.”
Daniel woke up in a second and pulled her close to him.
“Don’t they look beautiful?” Kate asked with a childish cheerfulness.
“yes, they are beautiful”.
“So will our kids be.”
They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled softly.
“Danny, I wish we would have three kids, and all of them boys. How wonderful it would be!”
“Yes Honey! I too wish the same. Hey, why don’t we name there first?”
She took the first shell up and said, “Elvis. How’s it?”
“March. Good one.”
She named the first one Elvis, the second one Calvin, and the third Roger. They kissed the three shells and buried there in the sea sand. Then, both of them rose up and walked.
Time went too far. It crossed many autumns and springs after the couple’s visit. Many thousand days and nights have passed. Everything changed, everyone changed; the youth has become old, and infants have become youth. But the sea and the seashore remained as color and beautiful as before. An old couple came walking slowly, to the seashore. The old man seemed to have trouble in vision and the old lady wore a scraf to protect herself from cool wind. Both of them had wrinkles all over.
The old lady walked with heavy breath and started picking up shells from the seashore. She picked one and went on searching for another. After a few minutes, she came back to her husband slowly, but with a mile on her face.
She sat near to her husband and exclaimed with a little excitement. “Danny, look what I’ve got. I got three beautiful shells.”
Danny looked at her eyes and found a teardrop which was about to fall down. He took her hand and held it tight. She collapsed in sorrow.
“Oh Daniel, I’ve always wanted three children, but we are’nt blessed even with one. Do you think I could conceive in this old age? Oh God! Only if we were blessed with a single child!”
The two pairs of old eyes were wet with tears. They didn’t speak a word for another hour. They sat gazing on the reddish horizon and the orange sun, concealing behind the waves.
After a long time of silent lamentation, they rose up to walk. But this time, they didn’t bury the shells in the sand. Instead, they held it tightly, so as not to lose them, Then the old couple walked with short steps and heavy breath, still holding the three beautiful shells.
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