In these busy streets of life , there is this little heart craving for all the fairy tales she saw , she heard , she read , craving and waiting to actually feel them.
Feel
Feel to love , feel to be loved , feel to be protected in someone's arms, to be pampered , feel to be called someone's special. To know how it feels to surprise and to be surprised
A lot , a lot actually.
The books she read , the songs she heard, the movies she saw made the waiting even more lovingly.
And here he comes as a cloud full of love , affection , protection and care. They met, they became friends , they loved. He showered the love of rain on her.
The first blossom , isn't it always special , don't you love it. He drenched her in his love. Everything , yes everything was so good soo good that she ever thought of it..
Everything almost liked she dreamed of the fairytale but alas she forgot fairytales are just fiction and nothing real and doesn't truly exist.
The clouds that showered love on her is now draining her , draining her thoughts, her colours, herself completely and why not it isn't the same peacefull , lovable or calm
rains anymore it turned into storm of distruction in no time.
She doesn't understand the reason of this storm but silently prayed for it to turn into her rains again , I wish it had turned. No matter how the storm became , she still
had love for the clouds that once showered her love. She just cursed the storm and the weather that caused it but not the clouds.
Finally the storm stopped but yes it took away the rains as well. She is there standing waiting for the rains to come back but it broke her like never before
when she saw the clouds showering someone else and all she can do is to watch. The rain on other side was still like the storm for her.
She now wants to forget , forget her fairytale but no regrets. She started dancing but the moves reminded of him holding her everytime she tripped. She started singing but
the words always reminded of his promises. She started drawing which always reminded her of him drawing patterns in her hair locks. Started learning something new but ended up
remembering him teaching her. Will she ever be able to forget was the question haunting her and how when her wound is attacked again and again even before it is healed.
And now when is not worried about the clouds or the storm or her fairytale ,there came this beautiful rainbow which made her forget the storm I repeat just forget
her storm she still don't hate the rains she was showered with.This rainbow filled with colours stopped her think about the clouds. The colours in it added colours to her and
brought that long left smile on those lips.
She was greatful to this rainbow helping her heal. This time she just wanted to see, hear and read the fairytale without experiencing it. There she is standing in her home
looking at the clouds the rainbow and enjoying. Looking at the clouds the rainbow she sips her coffee thinking how each of them helped her grow
taught something and left silently.
And she is nomore afraid of getting wounded.Looking at the wound doesn't make her cry anymore but reminds her how strong she is.Looking at his picture doesn't make her miss him anymore but reminds her of those memories and just a smile comes up not a tear. She knows she will heal. She will rise again no matter what.
SHE WILL RISE !!!
