we were about to
touch the stage
when I stopped
and kissed her
forehead. Then
I left her their
and walked
backward with
teary eyes. She
smiled, smiled,
and just smiled.
Everyone was
looking at her
beautiful smile
and whispering
about us. Twilight
turned into moonlight
joy turned into
sorrow. I, her father
turned into some
known stranger.
Yet, the moment was
precious; she was
now a lady of
a gentleman who
were supposed to
treat her like a
God gift till he
dies. Being
unable to hold
that pain for
any longer; I
closed the dairy
with the stamps
of my tears on the
vintage pages of
that dairy.

to be continued...

Pooja Gaur
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