Her last text
It has been a year since we broke up. Nothing serious was going on in life, rather everything worse were happening. In between them my phone rang with the special notification tone at 4:00 PM. She texted, i quote "Thanks for everything you did for my life, I am getting married, and soon i will be engaged, so don't you dare to text or call me again, it's a humble request". Really! Is it a humble request? I thought and exclaimed with sorrow. The grief was so piercing that i was not able to reply her, i decided not to reply her, but something fishy was gusting my mind. I was in my dreams where, she was in her wedding costume with her friends, looking more beautiful than in her usual days. This sheenest appearance of her was beyond my sight. I looked at her but the beauty was incongruous to the previously held ones. She was a diva landing slowly on earth with her red gown sweeping behind all my pains that i possessed. Her igniting eyes, illuminated the soul with positive vibes. Her lips was as if a devasting thunderstorm,resting upon them. She cautiously stepped down and the crowd cheered for the beautiful diva. On the right corner of the hall a man with turban was sitting on the altar and waiting for the partner eagerly. A gust of wind pushed me out of my dreams.
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