Diwali is a celebration of light and joy, but until it appeared, I knew it only from general phrases.
Weakened by the past attack, I was very upset not to find Priya by my side. Let me go downstairs and check. On the third step of the staircase, I began to feel the presence of something special in the air: warm light, ringing gentle melody. After a few seconds, I realized what it was. More precisely, who.
She squatted and scattered paints, she created a real miracle on the living room floor - a bright peacock, he seemed alive to me. A little more and will take off. It was not he who took off, but my thoughts.
Priya looked like a goddess in a red outfit, her hair flowing in a gentle breeze. It seemed to me that a real girl could not be like that. And yet, she exists and lives in my house. She's my wife. Her faint smile illuminated me more than any spotlight.
It suits her to be relaxed, she does not do rangoli, she seems to be doing magic, kind and sweet. And I cannot tear myself away from this sweetness. I'm stuck and I'm not going anywhere else. I don't need anywhere, forget. My point of arrival was found.
Quietly, she seems to feel my presence. Why did I ruin this blissful expression and smoothly tilted beauty. It's good that I managed to hide, she relaxed again.
Priya has no idea what she did for me and will do afterwards, intentionally or accidentally.
What did I say about black and white cinema? Forget that too. She, her presence, is much more special than the movie, which probably seems silly to her, and I always liked it. I like it today, but not like her. Priya is the light and color of my life. Let him not think about it. She is, that's enough. Now that's enough, we'll move on, we will definitely move. But now I have to leave, let me go away. I need to keep my Roshni ke rang to the last.
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