Vansh’s POV :
Slowly stirring the evening masala tea,the vapours of warmth were making my soul relaxed, eyes a bit blurred.
I blinked to make the vision a bit clear, Riddhima,
Was she really here ?
I just couldnt blink any further ,the fear that I would lose her in the fog sorrounding,no,i couldn’t afford to blink,my lips were slightly parted,the breath was not enough to resonate into voice, whispers resulted,her name,she ,’She is my Riddhima’…
Her eyes,her aroma,ya ,my every sense was sensing her.
Everything that related me to her,her words ,which she said even in normal daily convo,the way she used to say…Vansh.
Her every small gesture,her soft swirls,her back hug,her innocent anger,she,her,mine her.
The way we sat,at the same place,same evening,her rosy cheeks,turning plum red,with a tinge of bright red,whenever I would have uttered anyone else name.
Riddhima,my only one,my forever,my always,the best feeling,I have ever experienced,my her.
And then the movement of my fingers,made me touch the hot cup, and the wince of moment,I lost her.
She was not,she was not here,It was all ,just a delusion.
Or…she is forever here.Forever in my heart, my soul,my every moment,my identity,I lost my own,in her.
My life,colourless sand,she,the sparkling rays of sun,taught me the meaning of colour,the mere thought ,of she being with me,is seriously comforting .