Impressions ...........

The sun beamed high.. but the black clouds were hiding him.. There was some melancholy in the air.....much could be noticed in the clouds... They were not moving... It felt to Anjali that every little thing that contributed to Mother Earth was mourning. A sorrow deep within.. an untold sorrow .. an unspoken grief... Memories rushed into her mind... This was something which she didn't want . Anjali looked back again .. just to push back the memories.....! What had happened to her...Why had she been reduced to just another entity in his life....Emotions took over her... There she was sitting on the sands... with a twig in her hand.. ready to remind herself of her errs ONE LAST TIME... She started to carve her memories into words.. . every tear that had been shed was now crafted into words.. words that had depth .... words that spoke of herself.... words that she never wanted to even think of. Finally the one word that was putting her mind under pressure came out............ Vinay...that was it....Anj couldn't resist.... Its her last time... If only these would stay on sand...Life had always been gay and happy.. Anjali had never seen pain or failure......Her Pa(father) gave her everything that she craved for.. be it love or wealth or comfort ......... Being a motherless child didn't upset her... Never! Anjali took a casual glance at the waves roaring at a distance ....This was how her life was too... Suddenly things changed....life took a tough turn....Her own home gave a deserted look.. ..with Pa gone..... she wrote "That was when Vinay blosommed as a flower in my life "...He gave her that unique feeling of warmth .. of love and what not......Days spent laughing ..... Nights spent in unison.....The long walks.. the umpteen roses... And then that fateful day came like how another wave roared at her. Anjali sighed! If only he hadn't left ....some incidents in life go unnoticed...some leave a deep scar.... This was one of the latter....She thought it was a Vinay without Anjali.... But she had been wrong.... Anjali wrote further "When I went to meet him...he just shooed me away...Now I can hear the wedding bells.....".....................A drop of tear fell on the sands that felt like rock ...And the waves came and wiped off the impressions and the soul that wrote it....now all that lay behind was
Anjali's favourite Red duppatta that Vinay had given her.................