Mesmerizing Red

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Every thing has two perfectly opposite feelings associated with it.

When you are getting drenched in the rain with your love, your life; nothing is more beautiful that than. Holding hands and just walking with your love no matter where the roads lead. Its just pure bliss.

But when its raining and your love is not by your side, then nothing is gloomier than that. Then the very same rain hurts.

Maybe the same is with Red. So when Asbah wrote about the "Sinister Red" here , then I took the other side of red and wrote about it here. Now posting that for my blog:

It was a full moon night. Amazingly beautiful. Unusually bright. The canopy of stars decorated it in a very striking manner. Like carefully decorated diyas adorning the dark roadside on a diwali night. Like a million fireflies brightening up the way of a lost traveller in the forest. Like the dazzling work delicately placed on the lehenga of a beaming bride.

She looked towards the sky and stretched her arms wide, as if gathering the entire universe into herself. She closed her eyes and a very pretty smile crawled on her lips. She could hear the melody around. The music. The rhythm of her heart beating to perfection. Their voices. A far away sound of flute. The celebration. People calling her name. Oblivious to all, she stood there. At peace with herself. Though her mind was wandering in a maze of thoughts. Beautiful thoughts. There was not a strand that was complicated. All paths were clear. And all paths led to just one destination. Him.

Her thoughts went back to the time when they had first expressed their love for each other. When they had for the first time promised each other a lifetime of bliss. When they had held each others hand for the very first time with the resolve of never leaving it ever again. When they had vowed to each other themselves, forever. It was a very similar night. The same beautiful moonlit sky. Taking the oath of their love under millions of constellations. Seeking blessing from the heavens.

Countless nights and days had passed in between. Each moment making their love even stronger. Every second personifying pure bliss. And then she was reminded of all those very special moments. Of him. Of her. Of them. And of those little handmade cards and souvenirs of love. Painted red. Those little hearts in red entangled together. Those red roses.And that look on her face whenever he told her how much he loved her, his magical voice; all the veins would then seem to empty the blood in her cheeks and she would blush. The cherries would hide in shame.

She rushed back to her room. She was getting late. It was time. Time for the realization of all her dreams. The time for which they had waited all this while. It was all so very near. So much within reach. Just a matter of moments. She let loose her hair letting the long tresses fall on her shoulders. She then turned to the mirror and started to get ready for the day of her life. Wore red lipstick. Painted her nails red. Applied light shades of red to her already red cheeks. Dressed herself in a red lehenga with ornate zari work. Covered her head with a red dupatta with delicate beads adorning the borders. Daintily wore the red glass bangles, which he had gifted to her, of the colour he loved most. She smelt her hands and cherished the henna colour of her mehndi. She looked at herself from head to toe. And knew that he would drown in her.

It was a day of liberation from all fears. A day marking the commencement of a journey of lifelong bliss. A day of the formal communion of two already united souls. The moment had finally arrived. He came. Their eyes met. There was not a need of any words. Their eyes talked. She blushed. He took her bride into his arms. They promised themselves to each other forever as they took the pious feraas tying them together for every birth to come. He then smeared vermillion onto her head. The red marking the beginning of an eternal bond. She smiled in midst of tears. He looked at her. His wife. His life.