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After so many heartaches and disappointments, i waited with a deep longing and yearning in my heart, for a happy ending...
I sat on the stile, waiting for a-j's wedding...
with the twilight sun creating gentle shadows, the air warm and still, bushes rising on either side of me, ferns swaying gently to the breeze with each branch tracing out its own curve on the golden sky, the green, the yellow of the leaves all coming to me, the birds twittering cheerfully, soothing sound of bells chiming at a distance, crowds passing to and fro, hastening...
And the wedding day arrived with jassi disappearing mysteriously,with armaan still in a state of emotional depression...
I died...
And i sat on the stile again staring at the world around me with glazed,tormented eyes, searching for hope..
But, the sun refused to shine, the air was cold, bushes drooped low, birds seemed to have burst into a mournful song, seemed like bells were tolling to mourn someone's death, all the leaves, the branches, the ferns, appeared to have lost their colour-no green, no yellow, except a dull brown...
The only thing that remained the same was, the indifferent crowd hastening to and fro, with me stranded in the middle of nowhere,lost, staring at the vast expanse in front of me, with no hope, no longing, no expectation-numb with pain and disbelief...
I sat on the stile, waiting for a-j's wedding...
with the twilight sun creating gentle shadows, the air warm and still, bushes rising on either side of me, ferns swaying gently to the breeze with each branch tracing out its own curve on the golden sky, the green, the yellow of the leaves all coming to me, the birds twittering cheerfully, soothing sound of bells chiming at a distance, crowds passing to and fro, hastening...
And the wedding day arrived with jassi disappearing mysteriously,with armaan still in a state of emotional depression...
I died...
And i sat on the stile again staring at the world around me with glazed,tormented eyes, searching for hope..
But, the sun refused to shine, the air was cold, bushes drooped low, birds seemed to have burst into a mournful song, seemed like bells were tolling to mourn someone's death, all the leaves, the branches, the ferns, appeared to have lost their colour-no green, no yellow, except a dull brown...
The only thing that remained the same was, the indifferent crowd hastening to and fro, with me stranded in the middle of nowhere,lost, staring at the vast expanse in front of me, with no hope, no longing, no expectation-numb with pain and disbelief...
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