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*Pallo dismantling her sphygmomanometer/ BP machine*
I betcha most of you are gonna have soaring or dipping BPs after reading this...
I'm already overworked ...Getting da drift? 😆😆
Anyways...I have a thing for rainbows so I decided to write something on them...
Unexpectedly I seemed to come up with some pretty good stuff... (Seesshhh someone teach me the basics of modesty) Frankly speaking, I enjoyed writing this to the hilt! I hope you all enjoy reading it as much...😃
~ERASED RAINBOW~
His eyes clasped hers.
A moment. An eternity...
Arnav felt the a dull numbness soak his heart. He was aware of the distance streaming between them...So near and yet infinitely apart. He closed his eyes to blot out the pain strangling every new born heartbeat.
He heard the gentle clinking of her bangles seep through his thoughts. He refused to give into the urge to look away. He had lived his life facing every situation head on, this wouldn't be any exception. He wouldn't let it be an exception.
She looked breathtakingly ethereal in the bridal finery. He tried to memorize the way her her cheeks were glowing, the incomplete smile that lurked round her lips, the haunted look in her eyes as she sought out his.
No. He wouldn't remember all of that. He would remember that the guy who stood next to her wasn't him.
She slowly began walking, each step taking her further away from him. Each step branding her as someone else's...
VIOLET
The rain beat down on them mercilessly.
"You wanna have ice-lolly in this weather?" he asked her incredulously.
Her sparkling eyes frothed with unabashed delight at the prospect. "Of course," she chimed, "Ice-lollies have a very different feel in the rain."
She thrust one large stick heaped with flavored ice under his nose. He reluctantly took it and ventured a tiny lick. It did taste pretty good.
"Mmm...," she closed her eyes, drowning in childlike raptures. Arnav let his ice-lolly merge with the rain as he watched her attack hers with absolute dedication.
That day, he took back home something more treasurable than just sticky fingers, courtesy one wasted ice-lolly.
Arnav felt his gut clenching under the pressure of his unbearably heightening pain. He looked on as she firmly began taking the second round around that fire, sealing a new relationship.
INDIGO
He looked at the yellow rose she had stuffed in his hand.
"For friendship?" he asked.
She shook her head vehemently, "For yellow drapes in our master bedroom," she finished. He mentally vowed never to let her do the interiors of their house.
"White? You surrender?" he thoughtfully questioned, accepting the white rose.
"Wrong again. That is to let you know that you look superlatively dashing in white," she beamed. He knew such compliments were very unhealthy for his already obese ego.
"And I guess this one is for a sexy red night gown?" he twirled the red rose she gave him.
"Red roses are universal codes. You can't change their meaning..." she said quietly.
He held his breath.
"I love you," she smiled at him.
She had unselfishly offered him her love, unsullied and pure. He marveled at the twists of fate, that had carried away that love in the tamest of the sandstorms. Third round...
BLUE
Tears, shimmering ones swirled in her eyes. He felt a very new emotion tugging at his heartstrings.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, irately.
She stared at the scrape on his hand. Cherry red blood bubbling out of the cut and trickling down dramatically. She dabbed the antiseptic on the cut and felt him flinch.
"When you hurt..." she looked up, right into his eyes, "I hurt here," she pointed to her heart.
Arnav felt a sudden choking sensation grip his throat.
No one had ever cried for him, ever.
Her flirty red dupatta swished past the red tongues of flame for the fourth time, searing it into his senses that sometimes we are to late to claim what is ours...
GREEN
She stood with her back facing towards him. Her frame was shaking with the effect of uncontrollable anger.
"Are you his mouthpiece?" the elderly gentleman demanded. Arnav felt slight and diminutive standing behind her, listening to her shower torrents of juicy curses on the man.
"Let's rephrase that," she icily slashed back, "I'm his heartbeat."
The gentleman blinked back stupidly at her as she took his big hand in her little one and nearly dragged him from the scene.
His chest felt oddly swollen.
He took a step backwards. She took a step forwards...
YELLOW
Arnav looked up into the stretch of blue, following the speck of yellow as it drifted afar into the silky creases of the firmament.
Another speck of pink was fast catching up on his, trying to slaughter the thread holding his kite. He looked around to see the owner of the kite. The guy threw him a haughty look, advancing towards the victory within his reach.
"Ouch"
Arnav swung around to see the fellow neatly fallen on the ground, Khushi standing above him spilling apologies over him. She winked at him and came over, once the unfortunate man was safely carried to the nearest cot.
"I can't let you lose to anyone but me," she declared looking up proudly at the lone yellow kite soaring in the sky.
His vision was uneasily blurred and he didn't want to try and find out why...
ORANGE
She placed his hand on her waist, pulling herself closer to him. He looked down at her, his freshly ignited eyes capturing the passion in hers.
He moved with her easily, blending into the soulful music.
"I'd always wanted to know what it felt like waltzing in the Vienna Nights," she whispered.
Arnav waited for her to continue her sentence. He knew by now that she had left it incomplete.
"It couldn't have been better than this," she giggled, her tinkling laughter arrested in his soul.
The wetness dampening his cheeks had his world spinning on the anti-axis...He felt a deep sense of loss gnaw at him.
RED
Pearly tears slid down the sides of her face.
"I've always loved you," her voice sailed on a sob, "Enough to last us both an eternity...But I guess it will never be enough."
He wanted to pull her into his arms and soothe away the hurt in her voice.
"It never was enough," she silently concluded.
He stood there, letting her walk out his life.
Arnav turned his back before the last step freed her from the shackles of her consuming love. His heart pounded against his chest, lamenting at the loss its keeper, its OWNER! Seven Rounds...Seven Colors...A painful wipeout!
Leaden steps taking him away ;
Trampled memories strewn on the path -
An erased rainbow cast in his heart...
PS- I did my Ph.D in tragedies! 😆
Neone needs a tissue truck???
Love
Pallo😉
I betcha most of you are gonna have soaring or dipping BPs after reading this...
I'm already overworked ...Getting da drift? 😆😆
Anyways...I have a thing for rainbows so I decided to write something on them...
Unexpectedly I seemed to come up with some pretty good stuff... (Seesshhh someone teach me the basics of modesty) Frankly speaking, I enjoyed writing this to the hilt! I hope you all enjoy reading it as much...😃
~ERASED RAINBOW~
His eyes clasped hers.
A moment. An eternity...
Arnav felt the a dull numbness soak his heart. He was aware of the distance streaming between them...So near and yet infinitely apart. He closed his eyes to blot out the pain strangling every new born heartbeat.
He heard the gentle clinking of her bangles seep through his thoughts. He refused to give into the urge to look away. He had lived his life facing every situation head on, this wouldn't be any exception. He wouldn't let it be an exception.
She looked breathtakingly ethereal in the bridal finery. He tried to memorize the way her her cheeks were glowing, the incomplete smile that lurked round her lips, the haunted look in her eyes as she sought out his.
No. He wouldn't remember all of that. He would remember that the guy who stood next to her wasn't him.
She slowly began walking, each step taking her further away from him. Each step branding her as someone else's...
VIOLET
The rain beat down on them mercilessly.
"You wanna have ice-lolly in this weather?" he asked her incredulously.
Her sparkling eyes frothed with unabashed delight at the prospect. "Of course," she chimed, "Ice-lollies have a very different feel in the rain."
She thrust one large stick heaped with flavored ice under his nose. He reluctantly took it and ventured a tiny lick. It did taste pretty good.
"Mmm...," she closed her eyes, drowning in childlike raptures. Arnav let his ice-lolly merge with the rain as he watched her attack hers with absolute dedication.
That day, he took back home something more treasurable than just sticky fingers, courtesy one wasted ice-lolly.
Arnav felt his gut clenching under the pressure of his unbearably heightening pain. He looked on as she firmly began taking the second round around that fire, sealing a new relationship.
INDIGO
He looked at the yellow rose she had stuffed in his hand.
"For friendship?" he asked.
She shook her head vehemently, "For yellow drapes in our master bedroom," she finished. He mentally vowed never to let her do the interiors of their house.
"White? You surrender?" he thoughtfully questioned, accepting the white rose.
"Wrong again. That is to let you know that you look superlatively dashing in white," she beamed. He knew such compliments were very unhealthy for his already obese ego.
"And I guess this one is for a sexy red night gown?" he twirled the red rose she gave him.
"Red roses are universal codes. You can't change their meaning..." she said quietly.
He held his breath.
"I love you," she smiled at him.
She had unselfishly offered him her love, unsullied and pure. He marveled at the twists of fate, that had carried away that love in the tamest of the sandstorms. Third round...
BLUE
Tears, shimmering ones swirled in her eyes. He felt a very new emotion tugging at his heartstrings.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, irately.
She stared at the scrape on his hand. Cherry red blood bubbling out of the cut and trickling down dramatically. She dabbed the antiseptic on the cut and felt him flinch.
"When you hurt..." she looked up, right into his eyes, "I hurt here," she pointed to her heart.
Arnav felt a sudden choking sensation grip his throat.
No one had ever cried for him, ever.
Her flirty red dupatta swished past the red tongues of flame for the fourth time, searing it into his senses that sometimes we are to late to claim what is ours...
GREEN
She stood with her back facing towards him. Her frame was shaking with the effect of uncontrollable anger.
"Are you his mouthpiece?" the elderly gentleman demanded. Arnav felt slight and diminutive standing behind her, listening to her shower torrents of juicy curses on the man.
"Let's rephrase that," she icily slashed back, "I'm his heartbeat."
The gentleman blinked back stupidly at her as she took his big hand in her little one and nearly dragged him from the scene.
His chest felt oddly swollen.
He took a step backwards. She took a step forwards...
YELLOW
Arnav looked up into the stretch of blue, following the speck of yellow as it drifted afar into the silky creases of the firmament.
Another speck of pink was fast catching up on his, trying to slaughter the thread holding his kite. He looked around to see the owner of the kite. The guy threw him a haughty look, advancing towards the victory within his reach.
"Ouch"
Arnav swung around to see the fellow neatly fallen on the ground, Khushi standing above him spilling apologies over him. She winked at him and came over, once the unfortunate man was safely carried to the nearest cot.
"I can't let you lose to anyone but me," she declared looking up proudly at the lone yellow kite soaring in the sky.
His vision was uneasily blurred and he didn't want to try and find out why...
ORANGE
She placed his hand on her waist, pulling herself closer to him. He looked down at her, his freshly ignited eyes capturing the passion in hers.
He moved with her easily, blending into the soulful music.
"I'd always wanted to know what it felt like waltzing in the Vienna Nights," she whispered.
Arnav waited for her to continue her sentence. He knew by now that she had left it incomplete.
"It couldn't have been better than this," she giggled, her tinkling laughter arrested in his soul.
The wetness dampening his cheeks had his world spinning on the anti-axis...He felt a deep sense of loss gnaw at him.
RED
Pearly tears slid down the sides of her face.
"I've always loved you," her voice sailed on a sob, "Enough to last us both an eternity...But I guess it will never be enough."
He wanted to pull her into his arms and soothe away the hurt in her voice.
"It never was enough," she silently concluded.
He stood there, letting her walk out his life.
Arnav turned his back before the last step freed her from the shackles of her consuming love. His heart pounded against his chest, lamenting at the loss its keeper, its OWNER! Seven Rounds...Seven Colors...A painful wipeout!
Leaden steps taking him away ;
Trampled memories strewn on the path -
An erased rainbow cast in his heart...
PS- I did my Ph.D in tragedies! 😆
Neone needs a tissue truck???
Love
Pallo😉
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