The Lady in Black
The Lady in Black. I had known of her existence through my cousin. Never saw her even once, never met her, never spoke to her, never thought of her and forever would I regret that. In fact, I first chanced upon her when I was at my cousin’s wedding a few years back. She was in all splendour and awe-strikingly beautiful in a gorgeous black sari. Black is a beautiful colour, but on her, it took a completely new connotation for beauty. I am no poet, but if I were, she would have been my muse of inspiration. I never even got a chance to talk to her, but for one occasion during the wedding when she called out for her son. Talk about God playing a practical joke on a hopeless romantic. I was “heartbroken” to know that she was married. In fact, it was my wife who told me that the object of my admiration is married. What’s with the shocked expression? I was just admiring a Beautiful Lady and mentioned the same to my wife, which I guess did not go down well with h