The first news of her existence was conveyed by this color. The reddish pink mark on the pregnancy test kit made her mother feel like in heaven. Happiness is an underrated word for her at that moment. She was nurtured carefully inside her mother's womb, loved tenderly. Everyday her mother's loving hands groped the bulge on the belly and whispered to her soothingly. She was safe. She was healthy and carefree. She was the pride of her mother.
She came out of the womb that day. Her mother saw the most beautiful thing on earth. The red-blooded creature, screaming and crying looked like a little princess clad in red gown to her mother. She made her mother proud just by breathing in oxygen through those tiny lungs.
Slowly this wonderful girl started crawling, and then started running. Her little pigtails tied with red ribbons made her famous in her street. She felt happy and excited. Her favorite color was Red.
Few years passed and her life changed drastically with that little red stain on her white skirt. The world looked different to her and she started adjusting in it. Womanhood dawned upon her and she started being conscious of her dupatta more often; sometimes hiding her bosoms with it from the gawking eyes and sometimes instinctively setting it properly in front of elders.
It was Holi. The day of colors. She was smeared with her favorite red color all over the face and ran gleefully from her friends who chased her to complete the red painting of hers. Little did she know of those cruel red eyes, waiting to pounce on her, ready to steal away her happiness from her life.
Now the beautiful girl's color-smeared-red face looked pale. All of a sudden, the red blood which used to gush through her cheeks when she saw her crush pass by is frozen.She's covered with a white cloth, stained by blood-red between her legs.The eyes which rejoiced when she took birth are now filled with tears. The incessant flow of tears washed away the red on her face, but couldn't get her cheeks blush. She looked strangely beautiful; but pale.
She never got to know how it feels like to have the red vermilion on her forehead. Never got to know the ecstasy her mother felt with the test-kit. Never played with red color.
She's dead.
She came out of the womb that day. Her mother saw the most beautiful thing on earth. The red-blooded creature, screaming and crying looked like a little princess clad in red gown to her mother. She made her mother proud just by breathing in oxygen through those tiny lungs.
Slowly this wonderful girl started crawling, and then started running. Her little pigtails tied with red ribbons made her famous in her street. She felt happy and excited. Her favorite color was Red.
Few years passed and her life changed drastically with that little red stain on her white skirt. The world looked different to her and she started adjusting in it. Womanhood dawned upon her and she started being conscious of her dupatta more often; sometimes hiding her bosoms with it from the gawking eyes and sometimes instinctively setting it properly in front of elders.
It was Holi. The day of colors. She was smeared with her favorite red color all over the face and ran gleefully from her friends who chased her to complete the red painting of hers. Little did she know of those cruel red eyes, waiting to pounce on her, ready to steal away her happiness from her life.
Now the beautiful girl's color-smeared-red face looked pale. All of a sudden, the red blood which used to gush through her cheeks when she saw her crush pass by is frozen.She's covered with a white cloth, stained by blood-red between her legs.The eyes which rejoiced when she took birth are now filled with tears. The incessant flow of tears washed away the red on her face, but couldn't get her cheeks blush. She looked strangely beautiful; but pale.
She never got to know how it feels like to have the red vermilion on her forehead. Never got to know the ecstasy her mother felt with the test-kit. Never played with red color.
She's dead.
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