Fiction

Winter wine

The room was full of excitement and cheer. Soft ballad music made of piano, violin and cello played in the air. The chandeliers were just perfectly lit to cast a magnificent golden shadow upon the beautiful gowns that ladies wore. While some gowns glared in crimson and sliver, some flowed with the violin sonata.

The New Year was shying away from 60 seconds, and the tempo had risen! The dancing couples took a delicate pause, all eyes fixed on the giant clock, where the second hand stole all the show.

The others stood encircling the love birds, ready with their champagne. With a sonorous clinking everywhere, it was 12 when the three needles came together and so did some lips. The dancing continued with more wine and louder music.

Further away from that joyous halo, sat a maiden in a blue chiffon ensemble, sipping on some red and dancing her fingers on the wine glass. “If this is love, it’s everything I always want to be” she hummed to herself. A perfect moment it was.

Let’s go out! You don’t want to miss the fireworks! Whispered Adrian in her ear.

“But its freezing, not to mention it would pour in sometime”, she remarked without turning back.

“Please!” Adrian extended his hand. So they walked out towards the icy garden. The fireworks were faintly visible as it was disadvantaged by the twigs. So they crossed the pavement to take the downhill road until they had a clearer view.

They both shivered, she because of the cold and Adrian in excitement. In a moment, the sky lit in a thousand colors and they stood still.

It’s magical isn’t it? Smiled she.

It is, he nodded

They both had the reflection of this magic in their eyes. An anticipated silence thrilled the two.

One again they shivered. But this time, both due to a fragile moment they had landed in.

What are you thinking, Adrian broke the ice.

Umm, nothing! She concealed.

When their eyes met, Adrian came closer and wiped off a tear drop from her cheek.

Well, it wasn’t from her eyes. In a moment, it started raining. They rushed and took a temporary shelter under a bus stop kiosk. She looked down at her gown which was drenched in rain water.

No bus or taxi could be seen. The rain only got heavier mixed with unattackable wind currents.

They shivered.

Their eyes met again. She stepped closer and removed a tiny leaf from his hair. He extended his hand, “May I have this dance?”

The fireworks had now stopped in the skies, leaving for some potential under the kiosk.

 

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