She
stood in white at the gates of the eighteenth century church, dressed in white,
flowers in her hands and a faint smile on her lips. She looked beautiful in
white. Her beauty sparkled in the shining sun. A light breeze blew and ruffled
her wavy and silky hair which went down up to her knees. This was the place
where they had seen each other first. Kneeling down at the altar they were both
praying with closed eyes. When she opened her eyes she saw him looking at her.
There was a glint of sparkle in his eyes and an expression of sincerity on his
face. Something inside her churned and created a funny yet pleasurable feeling.
She smiled back at him. Hi he said. And that is where it had all begun.
The
violins which she thought played only in movies were playing in the background.
He was introducing himself as they walked back to the gates of the building
through the most beautiful garden together. He was talking to her and she was
lost in his voice. When the time came to say good bye, they both wanted to
stay. He asked her out for coffee and she immediately agreed. They were the
best two hours of her life. She had never smiled so much .She had never been
this happy with anyone before. As he
dropped her home that day there was rhythm in her gait as she walked to her
door, it was the rhythm of happiness.
As
she lay in her bed, she thought of him. Her phone buzzed with a Hi. And his
voice ringed in her ears. That moment she realized she had fallen in love with
him. A tear dropped down her eyes. And cupid had struck. They started meeting
frequently and when they were not together they were on the phone. They knew
their love for each other and she was waiting for the question to be popped.
A
month later he proposed. Her happiness knew no bounds. Before the vast expanse
of the sea, standing on the top of a hill, the sky colored in shades of orange
and blue he had knelt before her and asked her to accept his love. “I love you.”
He said, “And I would love you until the sun forgets to rise again.” She had
smiled at this. ” Will you accept my love” and she had nodded and held his hand.
They hugged and their shoulders felt moist. Since that day onwards their love
had only grown. They had loved and hated each other, fought and made up. They
were each other’s strengths and weaknesses. They were always there for each
other in happiness and in despair. They were best friends and stole some
benefits at times.
Five
years later she popped the question. She was dressed in white. He loved her in
that color. They were on a beach. The cold breeze blowing. Her hair blew in the
wind and caressed his face. They held hands. A musician was playing soft music
in the background. Facing the horizon she had asked him, “Will you marry me?”
And the rest as they say is history. They had returned to the same old eighteenth
century building to get married and had the most amazing married life.
Today
a year later, she stood in the same building reliving her memories. The tumor
had transformed her life from reality to memory. Memories is all she had now.
Her life had dried away just as the flowers in her hand. She had held the same
flowers on her wedding day. She was devastated. She was destroyed. She had
promised she would not cry and she had not up till now. But she felt a tear
running down her left cheek. She wiped it off. And then she smiled at the irony
of her life. A Year earlier she stood there in white for the biggest happiness
and today she stood there in white again for her biggest loss. And then she
started walking towards the coffee shop and decided to spend her next two hours
there.
