Day#3 of the VIBGYOR CBC challenge.
B for Brown.
Brown makes me think of big brown eyes and my post is on that one.
After a very long tiring day, I was walking back to the parking lot.
Suddenly someone waved at me, tearing away from my thoughts I looked up to see.
Familiarity wrapped me from within, I thought it was you. Elated to see you
again I hasten to greet the wave. As we edged closer, I realized and noted many
things. I was near yet so far. I could see you in every step that I came
closer. Instead of that tight hug, I was greeted by a handshake.
Suddenly a wave of grief took over. I looked up to see you, wondering
what changed. I could see your features sculpted in, your square jaws, your
shallow cheeks, it was picture perfect. When I met your eyes, I felt panic and
havoc. The molten BROWN now held a shimmering hazel. As I stood there, looking,
and my mouth was responding for the queries. My thoughts raced back to my
Even as I spoke I remembered that first convo we had;
That first touch;
That first laugh;
That first date;
That first kiss;
That moment you slid the ring on my finger;
That moment when we said till death do us apart;
The day when we started our lives together.
With pain mounting from within, my heart vouched a tsunami to take over
me in a while. I just felt my earthquake. Snapping from the memories, I found
that your voice has changed. Your touch had changed. My heart went cold, my
eyes stirred. I was still talking, but it was not you. Then, my conversation
with the stranger ended.
I turned to have a last look at the person whom resembled you. I walked
back slowly, thinking about that day when I saw you, for one last time. Tears
Death did do us apart;
I remembered your face embedded on the wooden casket. It was the last
time I touched the frozen skin of yours. Cold, motionless and still, probably
the first time when I looked at you and you did not smile back. Your gentle
eyes were closed, and mine cried.
The first time when I cried and you were not there to wipe them.
The first time I slept alone on our bed.
The first morning without your smile;
The first day without your hug;
The first night without being kissed a good night;
The day when I was alone in the rain, standing by your grave. It was
covered with fresh mud. All memories flashed before my eyes.
Years went by since that fateful day,
I'm sharing one of my old posts. Hope you enjoy reading it ! :)
This is a part of VIBGYOR Challenge
V for Violet
I for Indigo