Entry #77

Till Death Do Us Part
by Rashi V


When I saw them, I knew where he had got his looks. He had his dad’s smile and his mother’s eyes. But the mischief was all his. That is what I had fallen in love with. He had asked me to marry him 3 days ago. And I was going to meet his parents for the first time today. I remember him getting down on one knee having only the waves and the stars to be witness of our love.

My heart fills with emotion as I remember us going hand in hand to the local Leopold café to celebrate. It was the same place I had met my English man. He was returning home after 7 years and wanted me to come along. “Be my bride in white,” he said. I remembered how he gazed into my eyes and brushed the hair off my face. I remember being jolted back to reality with loud shots. From behind a desk, I remember seeing a couple of gunmen a few feet away. His arms around me, I felt safe. As the mob disappeared, I remember saying my prayers. I remember seeing his ashen face, the shock and sorrow in his eyes. I remember seeing the blood at his chest.

As I step on the escalator, to receive his parents at Mumbai Airport, I remember the promise of making all his mine. Suddenly, I hear a whisper, his voice, “ Not even till death do us apart.”

Soon, I’m going to England.