Life Story. Part 1 (Hers)
Sometimes my heart yearns for a love story. This is an attempt to fulfill my yearning. This story is by all accounts fictional for every reader, except for the two humans mentioned in the story.
Once upon a time, many a mental breakdowns ago, there lived a lady, who was yet to blossom into a woman. She dressed in black often. She was not in mourning. Black is where she felt most home in.
That day, she wore black. She cared little about how she'd come across to him. A stranger who asked her out. She chose to meet him in the company of her favourite paintings. "I'll have my paintings for company, if he turns out to be a bore", She thought to herself as she braided her hair.
She braided her hair differently in this season of her life. She chose to always integrate a ribbon of a distinct color in her braid. The color of the ribbon, playing, peek-a-boo, in her braid mirrored how she felt that day. Yellow meant happy, Red signalled caution, Green meant she was curious and probably upto some mischief. For her date with the stranger, she chose a green ribbon with red cherries. The braid hung across her exposed shoulders. It travelled upon her bare back and stopped midway on the seam of her black dress that held her her shoulders, the rest of the black fabric lay loose all the way to her feet.
She spotted him. She saw him search for her among the sea of people, on top of the golden stairs that led people to the art gallery. She notice he wore white. In contrast to her. Black covered her, from head to toe, with the exception of her colored ribbon that played through her black hair.
He was dressed in white, with the exception of his watch. His watch, stood in stark contrast to the manhood he presented. His watch was a patchwork of pink, blue and yellow. If the pages of a comic book was torn to make a watch, it would resemble the watch he wore on his wrist. She made note of his watch. That watch gave her a peak into his boyhood he hid behind those white clothes.
She noticed his eyes as they found hers. She smirked, "and it begins.." she found her head whisper..
To be continued...
