The Ruined Rainbow

CHAPTER 34

Quote: Jaan toh woh bhi leta hai, joh tadpata hai aur phir khud hi Marham ban jaata hai ... Ishq

(Translation)
Even that thing takes your life, which torments you first and then itself becomes the medicine ... which we call as love

Okay, this second one is dedicated to my beautiful country, India.

Mandir aur masjid dono milenge ... guzrega is desh ki jis gali se ... madad milegi har kisi ko ... mango ya Ali se ya Bajrangbali se

(Translation)
You'll find both temples and mosques ... from whichever street of this country, you pass through ... everyone will get help ... whether you ask Allah or Lord Hanuman

--Marjaavan (2019)

Ayesha

I sat down on my bed, debating what dress I should wear. I had taken a bath and hurriedly put over a bathrobe over myself and stood deciding what I must wear. 

My Kurtas hung over one corner and my salwar kameez we're kept to the other corner of the wardrobe. Leggins and Stoles were folded and held above them.  Jeans were folded to one side though I wore them quite rare. I had never indulged in buying T-shirts and tops, but still, had a few of them folded and kept in a distant corner because I never wore them. My eyes shift to the topmost shelf, and I take out a bundle of clothes from the top and look at them.

They were frocks and gowns. I just unfold them and look at them. All knee-length and dazzling colours. It was made out of delicate material and was soft in touch. Pink, Black, Red, Blue, Grey, and all other colours.  It had been quite a while since I wore frocks and gowns. I hadn't worn them since my breakup with Aneesh.

I sighed and placed them down. Those days were long ago.

Those days of my first year, no one here would wear Indian dresses unless there was a festive season. They all roamed in western clothes, sometimes too tight that boys stared and sometimes too bad that I felt awkward.

I had stuck to my comforts and worn simple Indian dresses. I would often be a joke in the corridors and come across people who made fun of my outfits. I didn't mind them much until I became Aneesh's girlfriend. After becoming his girlfriend, I became more conscious about the dresses I wore, my external appearances. And I think partly because I sought attention.

I was stupid. I was blindly in love with him. Aneesh. It was the first time I had learnt to love. He was everything to me at that time. He was the distraction from my father's death and my past. And I was madly in love with him. And I wanted to give him everything to make a smile on his face. To look at me lovingly and say I was pretty. To hug me and cuddle together. And I wanted to give him everything even if it was at my cost also if I had to sacrifice my comfort and luxury.

And to pretend to be his able girlfriend, I had brought frocks and other short dresses. To show Aneesh that, yes, even I can wear them and you can love me now. To make Aneesh think that his girlfriend also can wear dresses and gowns and he does not have to be embarrassed in front of his friends that his girlfriend wears Indian attire.