She came near me and before I could even utter a word she put colours on my face painting them with the colours of my unvoiced love for her. I could feel the adrenaline rush and I wanted to pull her close but my entire body seemed to be drugged to numbness.Before leaving she whispered-"You are perfect but you lack the mastery of conquering the things you desire." Quite surprised I looked into her eyes which gleamed even in that dimly lit up spring evening.
Walking back home,I saw the streets bathing in the colours of love.There were people all around celebrating the festival of colours.My face too was painted with the radiance of Her and all I could do is to Cherish her touch and feel her around me.The sweet aroma of hers lingered around me maybe in the form of the aroma of the colour I had on my face.
I have known her for six years now.She transformed from a dainty little girl to a beautiful woman now.But what didn't change was my fondness for her. I felt strongly about her even before realizing that it was love.But as they say to be reciprocated in love was a blessing which I didn't get blessed with.
I had always been a timid shy introvert whose world was confined to the small periphery drawn around me.She was dauntless, unabashed and bold.Her boundaries lay stretched out to greater lengths.She very naturally didn't even speculate me having the desire to call her mine.
She was always my friend and I loved being around her.Her Bright eyes and her bold persona gave me ecstasy. I still remember the day she was gloomy like the monsoon sky when she was left by the one whom she loved.The same brave eyes brimmed with tears,the same lips that emitted smile looked pale and the same soul which was so brave was left helpless. I had seen her turning into stone.She forgot to smile,to cry, to be wild and most importantly to live life.
Every day I felt miserable watching her,the same jolly face which basked happiness was now a ground of grief. I stood by her, trying my best to cheer her up,to make her smile to keep her happy.On some nights I felt like hugging her tight and letting her know what she meant for me,but I was afraid. I wanted to protect her, to caress her wounds, to paint her life with the colours of my love but everytime I tried to make a move I was held back.
Before I went to bed,I looked at my face in the mirror.The presence of colour wasn't there but my face gleamed with the colour of hers. Her words echoed in my ears, maybe she was right that I didn't posses the ability to conquer the things I desire. The side table of my bed still had our photo which we had clicked years ago but her wedding card near it reminded me that 'She was gone....'
My friends call me stupid but I'll never be able to make them realize that I never wanted to seize her,I could never forget her gloomy face and teary eyes till date and maybe somewhere I feared being the reason for her sorrow in future. I was apprehensive about myself and maybe that's the only reason why I didn't chain her down instead I chose to let her fly free...