Tum Navratri ke chauthe din subah jaldi bahar nikalte ho aur dekhte ho ki kal raat wali rangoli ab bilkul alag design mein hai. Kisi ne pair bhi nahi rakha, rang bhi waise ke waise hain, bas pattern khud evolve ho gaya lagta hai. Mohalle ki aunties isse shagun bol rahi hain, par tumhe ismein warning zyada feel ho rahi hai.
Mandir ke peeche wali gali mein rangoli subah tak khud badal chuki thi.
rangoli ke flowers have become some wild scary faces.
Un scary chehron ki aankhon mein, ek pal ke liye, tumne apni hi parchaai dekhi.
My heart missed a beat, ye kya ho raha hai? Maine phir se socha, why everyone is happy about this when I am finding this so ominous.
Par un aankhon mein jhalakti tumhari apni ghabrahat, shagun nahi, balki ek anjaani dastaan ki shuruat thi.
Aur ye sirf main hi dekh pa rahi thi. I couldn't even think of that what all bad can happen with us.
Iss subah, rangoli sirf zameen par nahi thi, woh tumhari aankhon mein bhi utar aayi thi, ek anjaani kahani bankar.
..ek aise kahani jiski shuruat to ho gayi thi, bat ant baki tha aur woh kisi ko bhi nahin pata tha. 😱