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This is not a regular romance story where a girl and boy falls in love and marries, or just first gets married and discovers their love later. But, about the already married couple who were separated, despite being in love.
Pain.
Loss...
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The heaviest veil drawn till her chin, slumped her head down. The sheer fabric shielding her from air, set up the moisture upon the round decked up face. The green eyes too soaked up well in the mixture of sweat, tears and kohl, as she sat as a newly-wedbride, abating her racing heart. To calm the delirious emotions babbling inside.
In the company of the semi-circled moon, the heavy crimson attire glistened. The shady moonlight through the array of huge trees, beamed through the glass, teasing and kissing the veil all over the ride. The ride to her husband's home. Husband. The word as it rolled on her tongue, sounded alien, though it fluttered her heart in nervousness, in the anticipation of the new life ahead.
At the backseat of the posh car, she sat gazing at her decorated palms resting in her lap. She fiddled her fingers prying the sweat off collected in there. The twitchiness brewing inside her grew more prominent with the impending destination. Or simply as the husband, yet a stranger sat beside her. Only inches of air settled in between. Both of them in their wedding attire. Together as a newly-wed couple.
Her smoky eyes, already soaked for leaving her mother behind and alone. It wasn't easy, until a few hours ago, she only had her mother as her family. The nostalgia of her childhood, her school life, and her growing into a full grown woman hit her. Her whole life flashed by her eyes as if it all was just yesterday's matter. Her mother, prominently present in each of those memories, cheering up her troubled-self, feeding her when she fell ill, to reprimanding her about the values that she cared for.
Everything seemed to have passed in a jiff.
Not for once, had they been separated before, nor spent a night away from each other. No sleepovers. No holiday trips. Not even when her Uncle Basheer would insist her younger self to spend days in the city he lived in. Each time the offer was similarly tempting. A train ride had always fascinated her. The local cuisines, the sighting of the beaches, the Marine drive, the Gateway of India, all the talks her Uncle and his family would use to coax her, were always enticing. The stories of each place would even urge her to finally have a glimpse of the serenity and the hustling and bustling of their city as they spoke of.
"Next time, for sure."
Yet, she stayed back every single time.
It was never because she couldn't handle herself alone. It was only because she never wanted her mother to stay alone. Even being a child, she could fathom the tribulations her mother had endured, raising her single-handedly. No matter how strenuous and burdensome life had become, her mother stood strong and straight, unwavering.
She had always admired her mother for it.
To her, her mother was a doer, who worked hard selflessly, forsaking her priorities and health, only for the sake of her child, to have the roof that lay above, stay intact, to fill their stomachs every single day, to get her daughter the proper education required. All in all, to create a trouble-free space for her daughter in the society, by matching up to its demands, never for once bowing to another's whims.
