…in the midst of the beautiful array of hues and the sparkle of the rain drops, she stood leaning on the wall looking at the unclear sky. There was a dark cloud above her that drenched her and her eye…she was waiting. Under the smiling sky she stood with eyes full of hope waiting for the horse ride and the swing that she always dreamt of. Her eyes did smoke away with blurring views and mental debates and reviews, but still she didn’t lose hope. She took two steps forward and sat on the woody stone, setting her gown and stifling her hair and putting it to one side. She got startled by the thundering and the sudden shrill. She tried hiding behind herself, lo! She couldn’t hide within herself. Suddenly she hid her face with her silky hair, abruptly, without thinking about anything she finely dressed her hair as she realized that she had disturbed her dressed hair. She had appareled for the charming charm, she couldn’t afford to look shabby. Ya...she smiled…at herself, or may be at a thought, a thought very private and dear and hers and theirs.
She got up with a restless expression, she was waiting, still! But there was no streak of anyone, anything or any hue. She started getting disappointed and creased her forehead. She lifted and talled herself to look into the street if there was any stride or tread, but she failed. She returned to her place and smile again, to another private thought was it? A little jump in her heart was it? Or a spark in her beautiful heart? It was the drizzle of sparkles on her face that brought in that beautiful smile and took away the crease on her forehead. She stretched her hand and danced to the tune of the rain. She actually danced to the color of red, of love, of the prince that she was waiting for. She could feel him and she could feel the beauty that draped her in the form of all possible colors and the unity of all emotions in the form of intimacy and love-filled smiles. She suddenly ran under a roof to save herself from getting wet. She had to look her best as she had dressed for the one, she was still waiting.
She cried, bitterly, she smiled, drenched in his love she waited for long and she smiled again, a new belief that drew her closer to love, that it is not end of everything. She convinced her deeply cut heart that her love is strong and very seasoned; it’s permanent and beautifully wrapped in the best of love wraps. She didn’t move, kept her hope alive and sat back.
“Seasons may come and seasons may go, but I’ll wait for you, for I can never the day I eyed your eye…Green is the fresh moment of the first feel and the first touch”
With her alive hopes…she ran towards her prince charming who ran towards her and fell on his knees to kiss her hand. He lifted her in his arms and sang the best lyrics and wrote the undying love story ever…
…When the ending is not happy, it’s not the end…and if it’s not forever, it’s not love. But, when it’s love it conquers the world.