The lighthouse stood tall on the rocky cliff, watching over the coastline as it had for many years. To most, it was just an old tower, but to Meera, it was a place full of memories, dreams, and the love she thought she had lost forever. Meera was the caretaker of the lighthouse, a job her grandfather had passed down to her. She grew up running up the spiral staircase, watching sunsets from the top, and listening to the waves crash against the rocks. But the lighthouse was not just about her childhood; it held the last traces of her love for Arjun. Arjun was a sailor, and their love story began on a rainy evening when he took shelter in the lighthouse. She offered him tea, and they spent the night talking about the stars, the sea, and their dreams. From that day on, every time Arjun’s ship came to the harbor, he would climb up the cliff to see her. Their moments together were short but full of joy, with stolen kisses and sweet promises. But one day, Arjun left on a long voyage and never returned. His ship was lost in a storm, and all that remained were his letters and words, which Meera read again and again, trying to feel close to him. It had been three years since she last saw him, but every night, she kept the lighthouse shining, hoping he would somehow find his way back. One stormy evening, as Meera sat inside, listening to the rain tapping on the windows, she heard a soft knock on the door. When she opened it, expecting nothing but the howling wind, there he was—Arjun, soaked, tired, but real.“Arjun,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “It’s me,” he replied, his voice filled with emotion. “I’m sorry it took so long.” Arjun had been lost at sea, saved by a fishing boat, but he couldn’t get back home easily. His letters never reached Meera, and he spent years trying to return to her. Meera hugged him tightly, feeling his warmth against hers. She didn’t care about the years that had passed or the tears they had shed. All that mattered was that he was here, in the place where their love began. They sat together, talking about the lost years, their dreams, and the words left unsaid. The storm outside roared on, but inside the lighthouse, there was peace. The lighthouse, once a symbol of waiting, had become a place of reunion. As the first light of dawn broke through the clouds, Meera and Arjun stood together, watching the sunrise. They knew life would have its challenges and that the sea might call Arjun again, but they also knew they would always find their way back to each other, guided by the lighthouse’s light. For them, the lighthouse was no longer just a beacon, it was a symbol of hope, love, and the belief that some things are worth waiting for…
