Walking along a silent road, leaves have astray, street lights still on and heavy fog is adorning the paved street. I look to my left, and see my wife walking along with me. I smile at her, she smiles back. Talking about our favourite topics we walk on and return back to our home. Opening the door, my eyes fall on the wall in front of me and I am shocked. A photo of my wife is hanging there with a garland across. I go weak in my knees and take the help of the door to stand. Disturbed by the image, I move towards the wall and read the inscription below her photo “Beloved Jaya. You’ll always remain in our hearts forever. May 1 1975- October 1 2009”. Was my walk an illusion?