Red and I sat at the farthest corner of the hall.
Quietly surveying the bustling masses.
My lemon yellow saree looked so pale next to her fiery scarlet.
‘Did you tell him?’
I asked, throwing a quick glance towards her still-slender middle.
Glassy-eyed, she nodded.
‘And he still left?’ I exploded with holy best-friendsy fury.
Red finally spoke. ‘Let it be.’
Voice calm as an ocean, yet eyes blazing.
Of course, I was in no mood to let it be.
‘It doesn’t matter you know? You’ve got us. Besides, you are the strongest person I know. You don’t need a man.’
‘No.’ She said, softly.
A Rose on Fire.
‘I don’t need a coward.’