There she was, elegantly placed on the wooden chair by the big window, looking out at the skies. There was nothing particularly interesting about the sky or the moon today. Infact, it was rather dreary & sombre, aptly reflecting her state of mind.
Yet, she looked above, simply coz she lacked the courage to face the battered remnants – the multicoloured threads & the associated/attached varied thoughts resting in her lap.
It wasn’t too long ago that she had been sitting at the same place, cosily wrapped in the silken fabric of her dreams & desires.
It wasn’t too long ago that she had been sitting at the same place, cosily wrapped in the silken fabric of her dreams & desires.
It had taken her immense patience, tender care, oodles of love and brilliant imagination to weave the two threads together and create a relationship so exquisitely beautiful.
Ohh! How she looked forward to each day of embellishing the thread work with those beautiful coloured beads n pearls.. How much she cherished the way it caressed her..
Cuddled & comforted her..
But what had gone wrong?
But what had gone wrong?
Somewhere, she had been so consumed with the nectar of love and completely blinded by its wondrous pleasures that she failed to notice the loose threads...
Lost in the thought of building a picture perfect relationship, she lost sight of the reality of life..
One loose thread has the capacity to unknot the complete relationship...
One loose thread has the capacity to unknot the complete relationship...
