“I know the story that you both weaved will not come alive. But I feel you should move on in life. Maybe you can weave another story better than this.” Jiya said holding simran’s hand.

“No. Memories are etched deep and will never fade. Can’t you see that my heart finds its home only in his embrace? I can’t move on in life? I miss that hug. I miss him so much.” Tears stain Simran’s face.

When I first saw him, I felt a spark—a flicker of joy in a world overshadowed by grief. His innocent eyes captivated me instantly. The thrill I felt when he was around is something I cannot express. Now, I am left with this cherished book I read and re-read. He often said, 'For any problem, a hug is a solution. A hug is always the right size.” She continued.

“Maybe any loss is not the end. Reflect on this, and I am sure you will find a reason to move on" Jiya got up from her chair to leave.

Simran nodded her head and said okay, barely audible.

“Mam, are you ok?” A soft, gentle whisper interrupted, barely disturbing the quiet of the library.

“Yes. Thank you.” Simran muttered.

“Oh! I was looking for this book for a long time. What beautiful stories this author has written as if they are his real experiences. Mam, can I get this?” The young boy asked.

“Oh no. This book is mine and does not belong to the library.” Simran grabbed the book close to her heart.  

“Ok. I am sorry. But can I borrow it? I will return it next week. I visit this library once a week.” The boy said.

“Please pick another book, son. New arrivals are on the last shelf, especially for your age group. You are too young to read this one.” Simran said politely.

“Mam, I am Eighteen. I have already read a part of this book. But, unfortunately, I have misplaced my copy.” The boy replied. 

“Hug is always the right size isn't this line beautiful?  How I wish my parents were alive. I often miss that loving Hug. This book gave me solace. Hence I was desperately searching for another copy.” He continued.

The older woman leaned in, her eyes softening as she spoke, "Oh, son, I’m sorry to hear about your parents."

She paused for a moment, trying to find the right words before continuing. "What happened to them? With whom do you stay now?" she finally asked.

Tears shimmed in his brown eyes but he held them back and replied, “I lost them three years ago in a stampede at a concert. Since then I’ve been managing on my own”

“Oh, Lord! Do you mind if I hug you?’ she asked.

But before he could reply, she pulled him close, enveloping him in her embrace. Tears of joy streamed down their cheeks.  

Amidst their shared sorrow, they found a flicker of hope