Life is all what a game of colors. Cerebration of colors invariably takes one to some other world. Especially, when it comes to one special color, that’s RED for me. Red, envisage a bride, love, roses and much more. Since childhood, we have been taught the colors and their meanings. And, as the child grows the meaning of life and color changes for him. Black as colorful, white as death, pink for girls and RED as love and sexuality. I love red and it signifies love to me. Have you ever seen a boy proposing a girl with jasmine flowers or a bride in India wearing a black dress on valentines’ day? Intellection of it makes me feel giggling. May be people have their stories behind their favorite color or may not be, but I have a thrilling and spine tingling story behind RED.
The doorbell rang and my elder sister went to open the door. It was letter from my Aunt.
Lovely kids.
How are you? Hope this letter of mine will find you in good health. I know you have been deliberately waiting for me to come but alas I have ruined you plans. khushboo would be heavy heartened after hearing this, but I am extremely sorry this time. Bhua loves you a lot.
Yes. I got sad after hearing this, when mom came outside she was doleful too but made a weird expression, like she knew it. We looked at each other with disdain and eyebrows up. But spoke no words.
TWO DAYS LATER......
My sister went for her badminton classes and mom had gone for shopping in a nearby mall with her friend. Mom said, ‘she’ll come back in an hour'. She usually keeps the duplicate key of the house. In case if I slept, someone is there to open the door. The time was around 4pm, when I locked the main door, came upstairs and switched on the TV. The doorbell rang I thought ‘how could they come so early’? I opened the door but no one was there. I closed the door and was coming back. The doorbell rang again. I was annoyed this time. The moment I was about to close the door, I saw a letter just near my feet.
I picked up the letter and saw something written over it with RED paint. “FOR YOU” in such a messy handwriting. At that time RED won’t make any love sense or something. I started reading the letter. It was blank but one word was written over there which made me shiver “REVENGE”. And may be this it was blood. I climbed the stairs in hurry and went to my room and locked it. The moment I turned, I saw my dressing mirror; it was something mordacious which took my heart away. It was written “YOU'RE NEXT”
with my RED MAT lipstick. He ruined my lipstick worth rupees 1200/-. But what about the meaning ‘YOU'RE NEXT’???.
My legs started shivering and I started to scream. HELP! HELP! Suddenly the lights started blinking. I looked up and down what was happening and throat was almost chocked. I couldn’t see even where I was standing in my room. It was winter season and the sun sets exactly at 5:30 pm soand the time was about 6:00 pm. What I could do only squall and pray to god for being caught in such an ugly position.
Murder, rape, danger, etc.
In addition, I forgot that someone has entered in and yes that was my mom with the help of that duplicate key. Mom entered the room and switched on the lights of my room. I saw the whole gang involved in this game. My aunt from whom I received the letter, his naughty son who had grown up now, my sister and my mom. And I was sitting in the corner of my room and crying like hell! My tears changed into anger. My brother hugged me and said ‘extremely sorry! For what all I did. It was my entire plan. You know very well that cousins are dogs and so am I...’ I hugged him back.
Well, who knew that the story of RED would end up like this? The bond of love no doubt grew stronger but somewhere deep inside my heart I get pall when I hear RED.
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