My First attempt at writing a short story

                                                         

The Dancing Umbrella

Amidst the honking horns, the jerking cars, the mushrooming potholes and the splattering drops of the rains, my eyes were gazed at this heavenly beauty. My heart wanting to say ‘Ciao Bella’. The aqua blue kurta paired with neon pink dupatta worked beautifully with white salwar that had host of patterns featured with sour apple greens and bright yellows. It was a perfect ensemble that complimented her fair skin tone. The cute danglings on her tender soft ears and the large blue stone in the metal bracelet on her tiny wrist served as a chic accent. From head to toe this girl was simply bella.

From the corner of my eye, I could see. I could see her waist length hair that ended with countless ringlets and that beautiful strand falling on her forehead repeatedly. The deep blue colored eyes was the kind that you can look into and feel like you are getting lost, the pink rosy lips that you would die to kiss and the cute nose that you would love to play with. The dewy eyed innocence on her face had captivated me.

It took me to the stills from the movie ‘Inception’, “Dream within a dream”. On the spur of the moment, I had a wish; the wish to infiltrate the subconscious of her and implant not an idea but an approval, an approval to have a dance with her; a dance with the magical music of the raindrops and with the perfumes of the wet smell of the mud; a dance with the rhythms of my heartbeat and with the expressions of my love; a dance with an umbrella that protects us from the hustle and bustle of the outside world; a dance with the desire of being in the dream and owning her totem; a dance with no flaws of falling, for which if we fall, we come back to reality; the sad but true reality of me and my bella being only strangers.