I Do, Do I?

Spotless white always brought back the images of her marriage. She looked like an angel descending from heaven as she walked the aisle on her special day. The net trail followed with every step she took in her most elegant self, ready to tie the knot with the man of her dreams. “Stop”, said an unknown voice, startling the bride. Holding a mirror she began, “Your eyes are hollow, not full of love for him.” without completing she vanished. Silly dream, the bride thought and brushed the episode away, walking towards her goal, the man in black, nation’s heart-throb. Light reflecting from a shiny surface dazzled her for a moment, just a moment and post that everything seemed clear. She walked, no she ran, in the opposite direction, ran for her life!

Today as she sat facing the white walls of the hospital where she will breathe her last, in solitude, she thinks about her wedding day. The dazzling moment she had because of a mirror showed her the reality of her materialistic self who wanted to marry the richest man. Had she not ran away and married him, she would have spent her life in a grand mansion, confused. But living in a shack with peace seemed a better choice than asking herself every single day, “I do, do I?”.

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