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29. Colour you in my Shade

Peace.
Calm.

These words are so small almost insignificant to many but that is the problem. Only those who have lost it can realise the true value of these words.

They aren't mere words.
They are one of the contributing emotions to how our life is running. It is the ultimate degree of either our good deeds rewarding us or our wrong doings punishing us.

The ones who live with the rewards are immune to the meaning of these words. They don't understand the value of the expressions they are living in. They are ignorant.

But, those who have been punished... They very well realise it's value if they feel remorse towards their bullshit. And saying that I felt punished would be an understatement.

I had felt like a sinner since the day Evara had run away from me. Yesterday, when she gave me a chance. I felt that god himself had bestowed me a chance. A chance to atone for my sins.

Have you sinned though?

Asked the deepest darkest corner of my heart and mind. The part which was at constant odds with the rest of my being. It had told me Evara had been wrong for not trusting me. For taking someone else's explanation over mine.

It was the part I hated.

Anything that went against Evara was my greatest enemy.
Including that part of me.

Evara was my pride.
Evara was my dignity.
Evara was the meaning to my life.

I groaned lightly while I felt the bed next to me empty. I felt the heat rising in the room and the harsh rays of the sun greated me as a reality check.

A Reality Check I needed.
I was turning more delusional with every passing day.

It must be the pre marriage jitters.

The bride usually gets that.
Looks like that has been reversed in our case.

I sit upright and look at glass of milk and a Rasmalai on the table beside the bed.

And of course I reach for the Rasmalai.
Sweet over everything.

As soon as I lift the Rasmalai bowl I see a small post it on the table below the bowl.

Wrong choice... Atharva.
God! You are as predictable as a baby. I knew you would go for the sweet first. You never change do you? First go get ready. Then drink the milk. Sweets in the end.
P.S. Good luck trying to find me in this 140 room haweli.

I keep reading the note again and again. And can't help but lay back down on the bed look at the note in my hand.

Had she gotten up earlier and written the note? Not just the note but had also got my favourite sweet for me. She definietly loves me. Why else would she remember every small detail.