Euphoria: II

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The first ray of sun painted the navy sky amber and everything changed. The orange dissolved into its lighter shade gradually turning into bright day. The darkness was gone. Her delight was as bright as the glowing ball hanging from the blue sky.

The beautiful maidens, clad in colorful embroidered dresses came dancing; celebrating her love. The street was cleared for her arrival. Huge Multi-story Tibetan brass butter lamps and a number of miniature clay elephants painted with traditional patterns were arranged on either side of the walkway as a welcoming gesture. She was being welcomed with adherence to the traditional culture. The citizens of the city of Euphoria were all gathered up at the spacious balcony of the grand fortress, showering down flecks of colorful shredded fiber, glitter and rung at her and her fays that faithfully followed her.

  

Ever since she had arrived, she hadn’t spoken to anybody, yet they communicated with her in a way. They whispered and introduced themselves to her. The sensational sea waves came touching her feet and the soft breeze went by blowing the locks of her hair, assuring security. A bank of clouds appeared to not let the sun burn her skin, promising protection. The salty fragrance of the ocean and the aroma of wet mud roused up to her, pledging comfort. The winking star up at the clear cobalt sky, the peeking moonlight from behind the soft clouds, the tall canopies of bottle green colored trees, the free flying feather, the herd of twirling pollens… Each of them, one by one, came down to her making a promising vow.

The sketch of her childhood had faded… but traces of certain habits were still intact, of which she was entirely unaware until this moment; when while walking down the walkway, she felt that familiar urge to stop, and glance back; like all those previous times in all those previous years… The door from this distance didn’t appear as charismatic as it had that evening, it was sealed. Yet still, the air from behind that door somehow managed to sneak in and linger around her, like dark shadow. She stumbl.       r own gown but a hand caught her before she could fall…

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Her eyes dawned upon the stranger, and she felt a thrilling sensation gush through her veins. The voices that were ringing in her ear whispered something… Something chaotic. Something meaningful. Something unknown. All those emotions she had felt at the sights that enabled her to appreciate the lush greenery, the mighty mountains, the springs and fields, the rivers and the oceans, the vast skies and the gray shades, the pouring rain and the blowing wind; all the mesmerizing impressions she had ever known, were overwhelmed by the powerful aura of his mere presence. She could feel the weight gradually lifting, permitting her to fly as high as she wants. She clearly knew what this was. It was evident from her eyes, even visible in a little bit of her smile. It was the smile that touched her eyes; her face radiated that ethereal beauty, the kind that had put the queen moon in envy. The smile was a gesture of thankfulness. She was, what they say, in love. Her love was strange. Not so easy to be defined in words they commonly use. Passionate? Romantic? Conventional? Traditional? If you really ask, her love was exceptional. It was an unspoken love, based on the grounds of unshared feelings. A love that was void of expressions, but stronger than them all. It was the kind that most would fail to understand. It was a love as innocent and pure as a newly blossomed bud; a love apparently so delicate like a silver thread of a spider’s web, but stronger than gold wires. It was love, and not an obsession. It was a warm impact, and not a cold influence. Moreover, it was not just an impact, but an inspiration that compelled her to reach for his extended hand having the entire realm of Euphoria witness it…

With maidens dancing around like beautiful Apsaras in raining glitter, the air was filled with cheerful noises. The moment was carved with every minute detail on russet sheesham by the noble craftsmen, marking the beginning of another journey in the city of Euphoria.

Her journey had begun henceforth. From the grand door to her final destination, she knows a number of doors bearing different spells await her. She feels like a river, a river that has a long way to cover; a river, with a direction nonetheless.

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