RED part2

Nothing in the universe would have stopped me from playing those piled-up memories of the past in my messed-up stereo(brain). Not even the chilling cold of February made any sense to my skin.

The snow was falling upon my body, changing my black overcoat to the white one. I got totally lost as if I was a living mannequin(though I was dying inside).

.......that was the time of....., Well, I guess the most beautiful feeling in the world; people call it to love And I call it "my RED".Yes 'RED'! the color that I used to loathe was becoming my favorite while on the other side he was turning from a stranger to my priority. I was unaware that the most beautiful feelings might come up with the most destructive marks of life. My meetups with him were followed by just a small 'hi'(eyes spoke a lot though) in the beginning to the several hour's endless talks. I purposely dressed red whenever I met him. To be sincere, I didn't require my eyes to fall in love with him. This was beyond the comparison of so-called childish love(teenage attraction) where they fall and get up and then again fall. (nonsense).I haven't raised up since I have fallen; never wanted to; never dared to;...............................

.......I still remember. That was the night of the full moon when the moon shone bright orange(almost red)...The angels from heaven seemed to have noticed a girl lost in her imagination facing the moon through her (me) windows. In the meanwhile, the phone vibrated twice.

He messaged: "hey! my moon"...

                      "night is magical my love. let me steal you."

He seemed romantic. I didn't stop myself to furnish his emotions with my soulful words which eventually made both of us forget the real world, forget everything but us. He kept on explaining how he'd hold me close to his heart and hug me and be with me through my thick and thins. Just say; we were head over heels in love with each other.

I asked: "what would u do if I was there just next to u right now?"

He in no time replied: "U know what. I would just hold you close and feel you. I would do nothing else..your presence is the most magical thing in the world .i love you my love and they're not just words. I mean it."

This was completely an unexpected reply by the person who always had the fever of sex in his head. It was his honesty that made me love him crazily. Of course, he wasn't a perfect guy like every girl imagines of but however he was, he was true and that was enough for him to be my worst distraction, my stimulus, my medication. Yes, the magic existed that night. Everything seemed beautiful.i turned speechless,text_less.

He messaged again: "You are like RED color to me ."I had no words to reply back but we managed to chat unless we fell asleep without any "goodnight or sweet dreams" because we wanted to.

.....I was at that stage of life where hell sounded sound. I don't get any words that fit this worst feeling of being unwanted and unloved.IN the cafe:: watching the same person with same beards, same black hair, same clean skin, same lips, but with changed priority from me to her, made me think that "even the sun sets in paradise so what were we to be forever!!"It felt as if some sharp needle was piercing my nerves, my whole body. As soon as I realized this was not the scene in front that was hurting me, the image was a blur. My body was frozen with cold. I was even unable to shiver. I fell down in front of the cafe; helpless, scattered. Everything was blank. Blank but RED.(not black).   

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RED:part 1

While passing through the sub-street of the heart of New York City at midday of February, something unusual stroked my head with an unexpected beat in my heart.

Well! this was not the first time that I was walking through those large pavements. Those pavements touched the same old church, Rosemary's romantic cafe, department stores, a cyber, and so on. Though I lived in California, I used to visit my old, loving, and kind grandpa[an American citizen I have known in Nepal(my country)] in New York City every weekend.

I could not understand what was happening to me as it had never happened in these long years in America. At an instant, my body was shivering with sharp goosebumps as if I was going to face an adventure. I held my breath and pressed my palms with my fingers(making the fist hard) as hard as I could. Before my mind could get the information from my eye nerves, my whole body turned back towards Rosemary's romantic cafe that I had just crossed.

And then what I actually saw made me suffer from fever for about 300 seconds. the scene that my eyes captured through the transparent windows of the restaurant suddenly brought me back to my high school in Nepal 6 years behind. All the past memories splashed in my head within a fraction of time......well, I saw him.

(Him=The one and only person, I have ever given my heart to.)

I was peeping from those windows like a thief, like a criminal but with innocence in my eyes.  I was seeing him after 5 years.5 freaking years!!! and then the uninvited smile on my face turned to a gloomy silence as soon as I realized he was with a girl(sexy). The girl was perfectly red-dressed(maybe because RED is his all-time favorite). She seemed to be his girlfriend (perhaps wife). They were having a good time at a well-decorated table containing a beautiful cake. I was standing on the pieces of my broken dreams. To be honest that made me sick.

Ooh! My! Gosh!

The only thing that ran on my mind was the sentence"YOU ARE LIKE A RED COLOR TO ME".

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