Boon and Bane
I must have been starring into the mirror for eternity, the shiny surface seemed blotched and pale with my heavy breaths. No. I wasn’t crying. How stupidly hilarious is the disproportion of things working in this universe? While my family and I believe in rules, the world we live in likes to muddle in doldrums and chaotic traditions.
I rubbed the mirror trying to have a better look at myself and the plain surroundings around me. My eyes looked red. The hue perfectly complemented the green eye shadow Kanchan had insisted on me. Far in the mirror, my vision fell on a distant table kept near the entrance of my bedroom. A bridal lehenga lay perched on it, its hem almost camouflaging the existence of the table.
I looked away to study the lehenga directly, without a second screen. Without anything to reflect my flowing emotions. Green and a shade of purple. Just as I had envisaged for the day once.
I sinfully looked at my hands as I rubbed them on my face trying to let go of the thoughts with the moment. But they returned with a bang all the more. The time was drawing near. My ring finger donned a beautiful emerald ring. It was simple, the gems were placed as if resembling a feather. Well that’s what I had thought initially too. But Shravan! He had a different context behind when he had proposed.
“Sorry, that was the closest I could find that would remind you of the army”, had been his modest reply at the bond marker and I had become an even firm believer of the future that followed. We were engaged two months back and he had been quick to decide on a wedding.
“Let’s skip the engagement ceremony altogether”, he had said and I had burst into laughter at his silliness. Being a Major in the army had been unsuccessful in taking away his childlike personality. “The funnest and the bravest officer we have worked with”, I used to hear my and his colleagues alike, say. And I never doubted. Never once. He was always so good in roles, his lines, his timing.
“He’s here”, I heard Kanchan stutter and call out from the bedroom door. It took a minute for me to realize that I had been summoned.
Shravan was arriving. But ditching the silver horse for our nation’s Tiranga.
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Another abandoned OS put to use in a Drabble. Sorry for making this one dark
*Originally written for Pranushka's (Lavy's) Spellwork - A Drabble Competition
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