She was crying uncontrollably. Her bawlings can be heard in the distance. Her tiredness keeps moving her crying sounds, up and down. I, with several others mute spectators, was watching patiently.
Her eyes met mine. We locked our eyes for a minute. Then, we smiled at each other!
The bride finally went her real home!
4 comments:
wonderful imagery!
thank you Alka!
Very emotional thought.
Really girl's life-cycle is divided in two parts and its very-2 difficult to join second part by leaving an 25 years (Avg) affection with first part.
Chandan: Thanks for being loyal to my blog. I really appreciate your words of encouragement.
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