Thursday, 18 August 2011


7

and that too within the shortest possible time period. She sprinted to the kitchen where her pink dress was being washed in the washing machine.

The washing machine stopped with a thud, as she pulled the wire from the switch. The soapy water in the washing machine oozed out of its door, that she had opened up in a hurry. The smelly water found its way on a larger part of the kitchen floor.. She picked up her pink dress from among the half washed wet clothes. She felt satisfied, as if she had won the marathon.
                                                                                                                 
She did not care about the foul smell and the line of muddy soap water, trickling behind her from the kitchen to the room where her laptop was open, waiting for her.

YOU ARE WEARING A PINK DRESS

She looked at that sentence. Standing there in front of the pc as if he was looking at her, dressed in her pink dress, water dripping from top to bottom, with foul smell of soapy water, her hair disturbed, and face exhibiting fatigue, but filled with a sweet unexplainable smile. Somewhere inside herself, she had felt something achieved. Job successfully completed. She was satisfied, but mesmerized. 

Yes you guessed correctly

The much awaited line appeared.

YOU ARE MY PINK LADY. APPLEGREEN

He wrote back.

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