Poonam Das
Sameer’s house was full of people. For the first time, he felt like a stranger in his own abode. He was getting married that evening. Everything had been arranged perfectly – from the décor to the food. The house looked beautiful with the canopy of pink and blue linen drapes. It was also very noisy. People of various shapes and sizes, including kids, were seen wandering around.
Sameer sat nervously on the edge of the sofa. It was a big day for him. He sat there, ruminating about the day he had first met Shreya, his bride-to-be.
Sameer had met Shreya only once, along with his parents. After that, they were connected only over phone. His parents were pretty impressed by the bride and her family. Sameer, on the other hand, had mixed feelings. The girl was quite pretty with a brown complexion and beautiful long hair. Her skin shone in the rays of the setting sun. She entered with a tray of tea cups, kept it on a small table in front of the guests and sat quietly on a chair without looking up. “So, what is your name?” Sameer’s mother asked. “Shreya,” she said softly, without lifting her eyes. Sameer was looking at the green flower vase kept on the table. A cool gust of wind came through the window from the corner of the room and rustled Shreya’s hair. She struggled to keep her hair in place and touched her large but elegant jhumkas, which made a pleasant jingling sound. At that very moment, Sameer lifted his eyes and looked at her.
And then, love happened… at very first sight!
West Side Story
