LRD. ….

2nd July, 2012.

1:38 PM, Glasgow, UK.

It was love at first sight…………. the minute she spotted that horrendously expensive “Little Red Dress” at John Lewis, her heart melted, and her body craved to be covered in the seductive, soft, scarlet silk and lace. She lusted to wear that jaw dropping, show stopping, backless number ………… where??……….. She wasn’t sure.

As she tried to squeeze her wobbly bits and not so flat tummy into the cleverly stitched piece of fabric, with the help of an impossibly thin and well groomed shop assistant, she felt a bit short of breath, and finally after struggling with the concealed zipper and the strange criss cross detail at the rear, when she saw her flushed face in the huge mirror of that tiny try room …………….. She was mesmerized!

The plunging neckline was dangerously deep, and the hemline abruptly ended a few inches above her knees, that was something she never imagined to wear, something forbidden, she felt like a little girl, and swiped the VISA……….

On her way out of the shop she caught a glimpse of her happy self in the window glass, her hair were long, curly and had more than many shades of brown, caramel and chocolate, the delicious curls tumbled mid way down her back, she smiled, and walked on …………………

Her mane was her pride, her joy, she was a bit obsessed with her crowning glory, as a child she always hated her thick frizzy locks, a head full of lice and tangles never made her feel good, and she always kept them short, this was the second time she grew them long ………………. For someone, some one she was very fond of, someone chosen for her, someone with sharp black eyes and salt and pepper temples…………………..

The sun was exceptionally bright on that pleasant summer day, and some serene silver clouds wandered in the cerulean sky….

She went home, wore the dress, took a picture, and send him on Vonage…………….

He dumped her after two months and twenty four days ………….

She cried a lot and stuffed that dress in a suitcase, swearing never to wear it again.

13Th February, 2013.

4:44 PM, Mall Road Lahore. Pakistan.

The former flame picked her up from her office, in his crap crimson car…………….. she threw her over-sized day bag at the rear passenger seat, her head with a halo of caramel curls back and laughed, forgetting every single worry, holding his strong hands, she sang ………….. the song they used to sing together…………………..

They cursed the loser who made her sad, and she slipped on the scarlet piece of silk, taking the hefty price tag off ……………..He twisted a stray strand of her hair on his finger and played with it, she took a drag from his cigarette and exhaled perfect smoke circles………….

The red dress rested on the floor with his grey cashmere sweater, and his pewter eyes explored the contours and crevices of her creamy trembling silhouette.

That passionate, purple, pleasure filled, spring evening morphed into an icy, starry, moonless, sombre, night…….

She came home late, tired, exhausted, content and sleepy ………

The crumpled dress went into the messy cupboard and she turned on the hot steamy shower, scalding water soothed her scarred soul and tears washed away all the stains of sin. She offered her prayers and asked for forgiveness………..

He went back to his world, and she knew she will not see him soon……….. or again……….……

She called in sick on valentine’s day.

21st September, 2013.

Way Past midnight, Somewhere ……………. On the Lonely Planet.

The night was long and lonely, she started cleaning her wardrobe to take her mind off a lot of things and a flashy piece of cloth caught her eye, she took it out and held it close, a faint note of DKNY “Be delicious” for Men, tobacco and hash activated her olfactory lobe………….. and her vivid imagination.

She painted her long nails, straightened her locks, dolled up, wore the deadly dress with killer heels, took a picture and wanted to fall, head over high heels ……………….

She wished she could hang her long braid out of the solitary window, so someone can climb to rescue her……….

Someone recent, distant, someone she liked a lot, someone she desired a lot, someone with soft brown eyes, who never replied or reciprocated her ………………

She sat silently, draped in the sheath of satin, silence, sorrows and self-pity, stalked him on social media and listened to Taylor Swift,

Loving him is like trying to change your mindLRD!
Once you’re already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in autumn
So bright just before they lose it all

Losing him was blue like I’ve never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes
Tell myself it’s time now, gotta let go
But moving on from him is impossible
When I still see it all in my head

Burning red!
Loving him was red!

But Loving WHO??????

She felt like autumn, with all the hues of Fall, rust, amber, orange, ocher, red, ripe, ready to let go, the colors of transition looked startling. Her thoughts rushed from one memory to another, she closed her eyes tightly and could see, two piercing pewter eyes, watching over her, guarding her …………. She felt vulnerable, confused, scared …………………… Like her favorite fairy tale princess, locked away in a solitary tower……………….

She thought, and thought, and thought…………………… and wrote……………a meaningless story about a dress, a dress that smelt of faith, hope, trust, want …………… dreams and desires…………just like “HIM”……….

Rapenzel chopped off her hair the next morning, she was afraid of letting the wrong prince climb the risque rope of romance…………………….

The Freshly dry-cleaned, odor free, “Little Red Dress” still hangs in her closet………….

Seemi.

8th October, 2013.

©BoldieTalks. 

 (Image Used : Lady In Red, By Unknown Artist)

(Re Published for A to Z challenge on 14th April, 2014)

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