Love's Reflection

The shimmery, soft pink lehenga forces Madhura to stop in her tracks. She stops to gaze at the pastel-coloured ensemble of glimmer and sophisticated embroidery, attracting the attention of the passers by. The delicate weaves of the voluminous fabric didn't allow Madhura to move forward. Instead, she turns and is now facing the display, looking intently at the dress. She feels that the mannequin is transforming into her, she can see herself draped in the sheer delicate magic and is walking towards the love of her life to be embraced by him forever. She can see herself in the glow of the eyes that yearn to be with her today and always. The tender steps that move towards him are reciprocated by the gentle gait of the man of her life, the man -the companion who floated into her life quite unassumingly.

 " Mumma...Hurry Up!', the sudden and hurried call of Madhura's daughter jerked her out of her reverie. In all her forty years of life, Madhura had never got enchanted with embellished outfits and less so imagining herself donning it. The stylish girl earlier and the lady that Madhura had come up to be was all fascinated by the heaps of shiny, gorgeous bridal clothing line but had never desired or imagined herself to swish around in it. There never was any occasion for it, she realized while marvelling at the piece in the glass display window. The swift and mesmerizing entry of an unexpected and lovely companion in her life had made her want to look charming for the wonder who was making her life beautiful and worth it. With the captivating thoughts about him, she noticed her reflection move away from the shop- display glass towards her waiting husband and daughter. 

Someone rightly said 'Love makes the world beautiful... even when it blooms much later in life!'