Standing at the edge,she looked at the bride longingly..
The colours,the jewellery,the crowd around,
Was that what she looked at?
No,she was looking at the man,who was going to marry..
Her husband..
He looked at her eyes,as they hid tears,despondancy..
His own hid pain,of not being able to hold the hands of his beloved together..
Still he smiled playfully..
Picking up the turmeric paste he walked towards her,as she stood facing her back..
As his hand wet with turmeric crept inside her blouse,
She closed the eyes feeling the familiar fragrance of sandalwood..
Feeling the hands around her waist,she leaned back into that embrace..
And heard his wishper..
Soon,with our family we will do it too..
With our real family..
With all of us together..
And she knew,he kept his promise..
As a smile crawled on her lips,he wished to kiss her senseless..
Watching the faint blush creeping on her delicate neck..
