Beauty of Love

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Violet, it’s seven already, we are getting late ” Indigo shouted impatiently. She came running after six minutes and sat in the passenger seat next to him in their Blue Sedan. He turned to her intending to give a lecture on punctuality, but one look in those Green eyes melted his anger in less than five seconds. “You look beautiful in this Yellow dress” He said instead. She smiled ” I never looked ugly to you in last four years of our being together, Love had blinded you then and it blinds you even now. ”

She ran her fingers on her half burnt face, the horrible memory of the acid attack by a roadside Romeo whose proposal she had rejected flashed through her mind. It took three years and multiple surgeries to restore her face. But the scars remained.

“But others can’t even look at me for more than two minutes, they squint their eyes on seeing me as if Orange juice has hit their eyes. ”

” Honey, that’s because they just stop at the peel and don’t get to not know the taste of what’s inside.”

“Some don’t even like what’s inside.”

“Depends on their taste darling, even a Red apple does not please every one. Most important thing is I love you as you are. ” He said, starting the car.

“Yes the most important thing is the beauty of love which makes everything and every one around beautiful” She thought. as they drove away.

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 1st-7th September 2013.

Image Courtsey

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19 thoughts on “Beauty of Love

  1. This was such a beautiful post, lovely use of the numbers and the Vibgyor in the story, and the story itself, brilliant, given the constraints that you had imposed on yourself…..

  2. Pingback: The festival of words | In My Sandals

And Thank you for allowing me to walk in your Sandals/Shoes :)

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