Story by Rudra narayan.
With his tired body and acheing head he bumped on his bed and got drown into deep sleep, suddenly air around him became suffocating, his head started sweating. He can see red yellow smoke filling up in front of his eyes. A lady in red backless one piece appears in front of him. Her hairs were flowing around her. Her face was hidden, only visible colour was red. Lady says and her voice began to echo with magnificent baritone,"
Remember this colour?
Red was her favorite colour
Red was rose you gave her on first meeting,
Red was saree your family gave it to her,
Red was sindoor you put on her head,
Red was darkness of mehndi,
Red was petals of flowers on bed, night you made love
Red was lipstick of her lips, you loved
Red was for rose she gave you every day
Red was blush of your face when she was pregnant
And one day You got to know she is bearing a girl
Red was color of dress she wore to gave u this surprise
But
Red was bruises of your belt on her body
Red was mark of your slap on her face
Red were ur eyes,under alcohol plight
Red was river where you threw her
Now
You think you can sleep? Forget not red is colour of anger and destruction, red is for revenge. Your life will be miserable, now you will suffocate for even for drop of water. And at the end of night you will be so terrified that you will kill yourself. Throwing yourself into same water.
He opened his eyes, tired and suffocating state. He rushed down stairs for water, in hurry he slipped off. Rolling down his head bleed. And he is lying dead
Red is stair where toddler would have crawl, red is ending of life.
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