this is my effort of picturization of a scene from a bengali novel i read long long time back…
A storm was brewing outside. The angry sound of the gutsy wind getting louder. And with each thunderstorm, the young bride was getting more and more restless. Her man hasn’t returned home yet.
Suddenly she looked at the door, ran up to it and opened…. and there he stood, startled, about to knock on the door.
“How did you know i was here?” he asked.
She replied, tears in her eyes,”if i don’t, who would….”