We danced in the eerie silence of the hospital as the sky bestowed on us its loving drops of water. Our love was an ocean of ecstasy filled with tiny droplets of these moments.
As the sky roared to make its presence felt, Rekha clinched my fist. “Ouch, you pinched your nails in!” I exclaimed.
However, she did not seem to care. “Hey! It’s beautiful. Come.” Her eyes glanced outside the semi-circular balcony. “You will catch a cold,” I said, concerned. The floor had become slippery.
“Stop it Shaan! I am not a kid.”
“OK. Then let me bring the chairs.”
“Don’t behave like an uncle. Just come and have a look,” she held my hand and pulled me to the balcony. The sky had turned red and the rain was waning away.
“Isn’t it beautiful, Shaan?”
“Yes it is. And the most beautiful of all is you,” I smiled. Her white apron over her blue dress made a beautiful contrast with the dusky scenario. Rain had stopped now. It seemed like playing hide-and-seek. The earthy smell and the cold breeze made me feel like there were endless tickles creeping inside me. I turned to Rekha. The breeze was constantly playing with her, causing strands of hair to move on and away from her face. It seemed as if they were playing piano on her cheeks. She passed her hands over her wet hair and smiled to me.
The above lines are an excerpt from my latest, and last, love story publishe don yourstoryclub.com. You can read the whole story at Soulmate.
It is a simple story of two doctors, and fiancee, who are planning their life after marriage and the incidents that unfold thereafter. My sole focus while penning this down was to let my readers imagine what they would do with their beloved ones once they get married. so do let me know in comments if had succeeded in that.
Editing by Kae from Young Writers. Go and like her awesome Facebook page.
Poem by Soumya Ma’am from soumyav.wordpress.com
Image by http://www.photo4me.com
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