ENDLESS FOREVER

She was caroling and shy of turning seventeen in a couple of months. She was not an archetypal nineties teenager, conformative. She was a mutineer, sailing away from the world into hers. She was untamed, arrogant, hot-headed – she was entitled, she was a genius, talented! A long way from humbling experiences yet to come. All her cousins were aiding each other with the henna that night. She was sitting in one corner, on a staircase of 4 stairs, clothed in a black top with white, little flowers and the top tucked into her pink shorts. Drawing some random leaves on her right hand with the henna, she felt a shadow looming towards her. She turns to her right, thinking about this thirty years later and laughing to herself that he did not know how to begin a tête-à-tête. She was swagger enough to disregard his presence without realizing her world was going to turn upside down in less than two days. Come next day, there were various ceremonies for the wedding, but she is there only fo...