Once Again...
Standing in the hotel lobby, was Rekha a little agitated. Dressed in denim jeans and white top, both her hands were covered with henna till her elbow on which she had worn the customary red bangles ‘Juda’. A dark red vermillion on her forehead, and a diamond Mangalsutra on her neck, gave her the look of a quintessential new bride. Yes, she was on her honeymoon.
Her nervousness was growing with each passing second. She had anticipated it. She thought she was ready. She thought she could handle it. She thought she was strong enough. She was so wrong.
Standing ten steps away from her holding bags was Sudhir, her husband, checking in at the reception. In between, Sudhir would look back and smile at Rekha reassuringly. She would smile back, a fake smile, hiding her misery within.
Rekha kept looking out the window, holding back her tears, trying to put a brake on the threads of memory that rushed into her mind like a broken dam.
Fate had played its nasty joke as she was standing in the same hotel lobby where she once stood, eight years ago with a man whose only existence now remained in her life was an old photo and a blood-stained shirt.
By Priyanka M ( Coffee_pen_and_paper)
