He stood there in the middle of a crowd of hundreds, lost in his own world, wondering how she will look in the beautiful wedding gown that they had together selected for her. There was chattering everywhere, a typical wedding venue, with the general atmosphere of merriment and celebration. For him, the noise was a mere whisper as his mind tried to filter out the sounds to focus on the one thought that mattered to him... the role that every man wanted to see the love of his life in... As a bride!
His eyes kept moving back and forth between the door and the ring in his hand. His mind wandered over the scattered memories of the last three years, which seemed a little more concrete than a dream at this moment. He struggled to recollect, though not with much success, the first moment when he had seen her. He snapped back to reality when his best friend, standing next to him, nudged him slightly, and he realized that he had been staring at the entrance for what seemed like an eternity.
And then she walked in, surrounded by flowers and giggling girls, but all he could see was her angelic face in that beautiful attire. He could hear people whispering that she looked like a princess, and he just wondered, "hadn't she looked this beautiful all along!?!" She lifted her head slightly and as if on cue, he turned and caught her eye. Even from this distance, he was confident that he could see tears in her eyes. He quickly averted his eyes, not sure how appropriate it was to stare at the bride, but then again, he noticed every eye fixated on her, and relaxed a bit.
She walked slowly towards him, and his mind did a quick re run of their memories together. In those two minutes, he lived the past three years. She stopped just short of the altar and looked up uncertainly at him, just a fleeting glance, as a hand reached out to her and she stepped up and stood opposite to him. He looked at her and then at the ring that he held in his hand, as he started welling up. His hand involuntarily reached forward, as his best friend took the ring from him and all he could see from his teary eyes were her lowered eyes and her wet cheeks!
His eyes kept moving back and forth between the door and the ring in his hand. His mind wandered over the scattered memories of the last three years, which seemed a little more concrete than a dream at this moment. He struggled to recollect, though not with much success, the first moment when he had seen her. He snapped back to reality when his best friend, standing next to him, nudged him slightly, and he realized that he had been staring at the entrance for what seemed like an eternity.
And then she walked in, surrounded by flowers and giggling girls, but all he could see was her angelic face in that beautiful attire. He could hear people whispering that she looked like a princess, and he just wondered, "hadn't she looked this beautiful all along!?!" She lifted her head slightly and as if on cue, he turned and caught her eye. Even from this distance, he was confident that he could see tears in her eyes. He quickly averted his eyes, not sure how appropriate it was to stare at the bride, but then again, he noticed every eye fixated on her, and relaxed a bit.
She walked slowly towards him, and his mind did a quick re run of their memories together. In those two minutes, he lived the past three years. She stopped just short of the altar and looked up uncertainly at him, just a fleeting glance, as a hand reached out to her and she stepped up and stood opposite to him. He looked at her and then at the ring that he held in his hand, as he started welling up. His hand involuntarily reached forward, as his best friend took the ring from him and all he could see from his teary eyes were her lowered eyes and her wet cheeks!
Very well prosed article. Though, do not agree to the content per se.
ReplyDeleteIf you can't stand for your love, you don't deserve it. Tears welled up in the eye hold no importance unless they can wash up the doubts or hesitation within.
The best friend deserved and wanted her more if he could take that extra step, whatever the circumstances may be.
Anyways, well written!
Good stuff. Start weaving things in a book! ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you Priyank. The idea behind this was to try writing some fiction. Did not really go into the details of the story, as much as you did! Just thought that it would be an interesting scenario to put into words!
ReplyDeleteThanks Nyukeit! Thats the next plan!
ReplyDeleteRead the last para thrice to understand what actually happened.... beautifully written!!! didnt ur last post also have some twist in the climax!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Prada and yes kind of!! I am trying my hand at fiction these days... And more so on the thriller types!!
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing: I have always envied (very innocently, of course) the crispness and clarity of your prose. And although you refer to this as a thriller, I liked the emotional undertones to the piece. Too, I love an element of tragedy. In short, I found this eminently readable.
ReplyDeleteThank you anna! I know these emotions would appeal to a select few... And you would deginitely be one of them!
DeleteThank you anna! I know these emotions would appeal to a select few... And you would deginitely be one of them!
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