The two windows overlooked each other though made out of different woods and styles. One designed in a modern day French style and other old fashioned.  Those two, windows played a pivotal role in disloyalty.  There were no phone calls and text messaging was lavishness for us.

All we could do was stealing smiles when our mothers were around.  We exchanged our love by the deliberate flickering of our room lights during the night and we both patiently waited for that every day.  Ours love was honest and truthful yet everyone blamed, as he was my neighbor and my only friend.

Courtesy

It was the marriage day. She was beautiful, as I could imagine.  She was donned with ornaments and they added the pulchritude. She seemed innocent and excited. The whole auditorium was packed with well-wishers, family friends, and invitees. Relatives chatter on nothing, and her friends taking selfies for Facebook.

I too was invited for the marriage. A colossal chandelier welcomed me and the candent made her more enchanting. We shook hands, as if for the first time.  I glanced at the groom and winked for a moment and left the place.

As I walked through the aisle, I got a message from her “THANK YOU”.