Beautiful in White

                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.