The Fall of Words

The Girl I Remember

A snippet

I remember the first time I laid my eyes upon her. Her smooth skin attracted more attention than fights in India do. Her grey orbs, though common in that place ,seemed beautifully special. Although her teeth were not perfectly white, but the curve that her lips formed could twitch anyone's heart. Her waist length hair was wavy,tied up tightly into a high pony tail .Yet ,a strand of it had escaped from the band just to peek into the dark of her eyes which she constantly kept tucking behind her ear. Every time she did that ,her golden jhumkas danced making a jingling sound. She wore a light yellow suit with a pink dupatta hanging from her left shoulder. Each of her wrists was covered with a dozen bangles that matched her dress. The not-so-high heels ,that decorated her beautiful feet ,tick-tocked against the same floor I stood on;the floor of an auditorium, where we both were invited for a marriage ceremony. Just that ,she was from the bride's side and I ,from the groom's ;standing on the either ends of the stage as the photo was clicked.
Even now ,as I say this, we both are standing on the same floor of the same auditorium and a similar photo is being clicked .But the only difference is ,we both are standing side-by-side, hand-in-hand ;crowded with people who are here to celebrate the marriage ceremony of us both.
-Priyanka Hosur