"You know that I love you, right?" "yes" she nodded. Her tears mixed up with the shore and wiped out by the tide.
I don't know how long I stayed there. I watched the whole sunset and the people leave. I was not crying for sure. I know this would happen someday. I was prepared, or maybe I was more used to leave people behind.
But of course, I was thinking about her. When she smiles her hands reaches for her hair and a tiny little star shines on her wrist. She used to close her wide brown eyes when she kissed.
I was ready to enjoy the dampness of her lips, that my phone rang. "Where are you Nisha? she is about to enter the hall." "I'm coming ".
There she stands in red, in her dream wedding saree, designed by herself, tensed, still smiling at every knowing faces. The tall, handsome engineer standing next to her, tried hard to make glances at her uncovered beauty.
On this sunny day, among this hundreds of people, all I see was her. She, as a bride, before.
Phone were still ringing along with the nadaswara. As I drove my car it read Disha weds Anand in my rearview.