and stares at the radium stars on her ceiling...
observes the wall painting she herself drew, in the dim green rays...
sheds a tear and exhales a heavy breath;
She, then, remembers the sweet romantic conversations,
which are soon to be replaced by spending the nights under another ceiling,
in the arms of the man she loves.
Her eyes not many can read for... with one she cries, the other she smiles...
Not the joker of the pack...
She's the bride-to-be!
PS: Wish life was like lights...A mere click could make us switch various modes.
PPS: The bride has much to handle in her new life, it's her family that has to go through the pain of her absence in their lives.
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