Seema story(1)

It seems so distant now. She was standing by the pool in her white gown. She looked back and for a moment just enjoyed the fine needlepoint lace of her gown. It was thoroughly her night. Among the guests there were more than fifty people that she loved by heart and it was wonderful to have all those dear ones around her. There was nothing that could ruin the night. She could see Saeed on another table not too far making remarks that raised a laugh from the group of his friends. No doubt that he was social but on that night anybody would laugh at his remarks to make him happy.

It seems so distant now. Saeed was holding her hand when they were dancing to his favorite song: “Do you remember the night we were passing the forests? Do you remember the night we were writing our memories on tree trunks?” She had heard a lot about a wedding night but she did not think that it could be as special as hers. Was it the best night of her life? It was hard for her to answer this question but sure it was one of the bests. Saeed was singing the song himself he had a soft voice. Does he still have it? She could not remember the last time that she heard him singing. She could not believe how things changed. Now the wedding night seems like a far away history, as if somebody else was acting it, as if it was a movie that she watched once!

Saeed just left home after a fight and Seema was thinking of not letting him in again. “I can not bear him now,” She was thinking, ”if he comes in I will kill myself. I do not have anywhere to go. He has his friends that he can stay with. He has to give me a break at least.”

to be cnt ...

P.S. about the web log : I like to be able to search the posts. is that possible?
and about L.A. sorry but I love L.A. however the good news is that not more than San Diego ;) :)