She looked in the mirror for one last
time but could not turn her face away. Her eyes were fixed on the mirror since
she looked gorgeous in the bridal outfit- a banarasi sari. The ornaments that
she had put on along with the makeup furnished her perfectly. She observed herself
minutely from her hair to her fingertips. Indeed, she looked like a diva. Now
that she was satisfied she turned around and looked at her room. All these 25
years she had built strong bonds with every corner. But a certain ritual called
‘marriage’ would soon change everything in her life. She felt helpless yet did
not allow emotions to overpower her; she had to look stunning otherwise her
pictures would not be a matter of discussion on the social sites.
‘Who does not want to be in a limelight?’
she thought. At least she wanted to be. She walked around her room. Many memories
ran before her. She let this slip out of her life. But something made her stop.
And she opened her bookshelf to hold it -a wrapper of diary milk silk. She only
knew what it meant for her. It was her secret- a gift to her from her love. She kissed it. And now her lips were prominent
in its body. She missed him like anything. She had always dreamt of him, only
him. No matter, she promised herself she would love him forever. But with each
passing second, her promise weakened. It was a sin and she would be cursed by
gods if she kept someone else in her thoughts. Tears dropped down. She could no
longer hold herself back. She cried and cried like a new born baby. And his
thoughts had messed up everything- her look that she was very much concerned
few moments back.
But that moment she cared for nothing
not even her looks. All she wanted was him. It was too late. Her ego had always
blocked all her roads to him. She had even blocked him at the social sites the
very day her marriage was fixed. What she had always wanted was he would
propose. But he didn’t. He was never ready for commitment. And these thoughts
made her hate him all over again. But still she could not resist her temptation
to hear his voice for one last time.
She picked up the phone and dialed his
number. Before she could hear his voice, she felt a hand on her back. She
turned. It was her mother. The cell slipped from her hand. Her heartbeat
increased and she was afraid that her secret would be revealed. The sign of
nervousness was clearly visible on her face.
The groom had arrived. Her mother had
come to take her. So, she slowly walked with her mother, unaware that his voice
echoed in her room after she left.
