Saturday, July 20, 2013
Aisha sat by the balcony of her
high rise, a place that she had bought with all her savings with the notion
that her love was wisely invested. The sun was rising from the crevices of the
concrete jungle and the sunbeams were harsh enough to light up her fatigued face and
puffy eyes. Sleep had relinquished her beautiful eyes long ago.
‘You look beautiful in this pink
night suit and they kissed.' That was on her 25th birthday three years
back.
She often wore those pink pajamas
as a celebration of her lost love or may be as a reminder of her undying faith and
loyalty. Nothing mattered anymore except that it was an act of reassurance
and belief that one day he will come back. Why had she agreed to let him go to
the US to pursue his MBA??...
