My mother didn’t let me wash the clothes. I insisted as she had been doing most of the works for three days. She got tired but she never agreed. Papa used to smile watching her restless. I had never seen such happiness on their faces. I was happy too. Afterall I was getting married. They told me not to be worried as everything would be beautiful. My cousins had been hovering around me for twenty-four hours. They had been asking about my wishes as I was the only princess and they had to follow all my commands. There were only ten days left and I would be 19 years old. I was daydreaming about him. I already created a picture of him in my mind. I painted that picture with all the colours of rainbow.
The shades on his picture_
( He would be the one with whom I would talk all my nonsense thoughts. My head would rest on his shoulder far from every tumult of the world. We would talk for hours in lazy days and our fingers would intertwine playfully. He would be my best friend forever. )
“Fiza, do you want anything?” Papa’s voice was loud as always. I returned back to reality leaving his picture locked somewhere in my brain.
“Papa, you already have asked more than ten times. And you have given everything in abundance.” I sat next to Papa with smile. It seemed he was in a battle and he knew he would lose this time. Papa had been a miraculous person for me always. I was in love with story books and poetry books besides school books. He told that I can find knowledge in books and with knowledge I would be able to win every battle of life. Papa used to inspire me to be a successful lady in future. He told me that it would be possible even after my marriage. And I believed each word of him.
To be continued…