…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.
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