Green is the color.

She was sobbing. I don't know why. She just told me about what he did to her,but I just cannot recall what. Another drop of tear fell on her white gown as I was thinking about the way she speaks. She turned towards me. Looked at my blank face, puzzled, as if asking, was I with her or not? What was I to say now. I looked at her. How her eyes shone behind the trails of tears, and the dark lashes. Speechless, I lifted her hand into my arms and hugged her with all my affection.

Reminder of that day woke me up from my contemplating state. 5 years back, what a beautiful evening that was, a slight drizzle from the huge dark canopy above and a few tears from her shaded eyes. but at last, we both knew that was the beginning of a new life ahead. I still remember all the times we shared together, some for the giggles, some for the tears. The part of my life i am going to cherish forever.

And yet times have turned today. May be its a fact that women cant stay where they find love. and now the day has came, when she had to move on. He called me up today, asked me how shall he propose her. And I thought, 'how can you propose her'? she's mine. she's always been mine. And again I realised, she always had her life, she had her share of feelings. Who am I to take such a huge decision of her life. He was telling me all about how he felt about her and all I thought was what I felt when I met her. He asked me again. I was lost somewhere in my memories. The good old times before we parted. He asked again, this time with a vigour.

alas, i exhaled, and said "She likes green...".

23 Nov 2010, 20:34
Pink Floyd : Green is the color.
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