Red benaroshi, black cloud like long hair, bangles of commitment, thick broad sindoor, the colour of promise. Age...never thought about, she was mesmerizing, amazing and looked like an angel. Her personality can be defined with multiple adjectives....loveable,charming, smiling...happy, thats how she was..... Always in red which named her as lady in red ..... We used to wonder, how so dressed up always...how so pleasing....things turned mysterious...... When her mother passed away, she was in red and she spent her loneliness in red....amazingly the bridal colour was her only atair.... Her house looked lovely and attracted every travellers attention....lady in red was lonely, she was insecure, unsure and fearful of loosing her loved one. She was attempting to freeze the time of a newly wedded bride, who had dreamt of family, dreamt of children and a lover..... Someone who was trying to cover her darker side with the brightest colour of life....probably she never attempted going further, she choose to stay where life started...probably she lived in her world for her dreams..... Lady in red remained unnamed...May be she could never have another name....years passed and still there are scars...still theres loneliness...still theres redness....which speaks...speaks of that bride who couldnt hold someones hand, who never felt company, who wore the colour of promise and never felt it..... The lady in red who never became the bride
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 12:23:28 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015