The shrill ring brought Darpana out of her reverie. Another of those customer care calls. Of late, these call centres are turning out to be a bother. The number was saved on her phonebook; so she had no difficulty in canceling the call.
A sigh slipped out of her. Something made her glance upward--she couldn't see herself in the rusty mirror, ...and yet she knew that her lips were parted...Abhi would often tease her for this—whether sad, or happy, or listening intently , or viewing somebody ... or simply thinking—her lips would remain parted. Whenever they went hiking into the wilds, he would tell her that this would be her last trip, for “won’t a baby snake enter your gaping mouth as you sleep? Or else an insect”, curving his lips hw would smile....he had a unique smile, didn't he?... he would emphasise, “some insect will definitely crawl in…the way you sleep with your mouth open”. “Don’t say mouth, say lips…that sounds better”, Darpana would feign anger. And thus they would go on with their meaningless ramble. How nice it had felt then. It feels good even now, reminiscing...
she absently pushed away a strand of hair from her eyes...how he had loved that..the way her long black tresses, would fall over him as he lay on her lap, while she kept poring over her books..she glanced upwards
Darpana suddenly stifled. the cobwebs had been pushed back. She could see herself clearly in the mirror now...
lips withered, hair frayed , ashy...Darpana Rajkumari couldn't recognize anymore (those) visitations from her past....
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