as i move through

She lies on her bed. The moonlight touching her skin... She lies still. I watch her from up close. She seems at peace.. Her eyes closed. I can hear her breathe. It's slow,  but it's there. I reach up and take her hands. They are cold, almost limp. But I know her heart's warm... She lies still. No movements. Slowly, I pull off her duvet; lift her up slightly. God, is she not made of feather? I undo her grey shirt. She is all skin and bones... I put on her pink shirt. Her favorite one... Am I hallucinating? She just smiled, didn't she? She used to. She always did. I rest her lightly back on her bed. Then I snuggle myself beside her. "My Princess," I kiss her forehead. She just hugged me back, didn't she? May be I could lie at peace too. I close my eyes to our entwined hands. And continue listening her breathe.

Little by little the raindrops gently landed on her face... soothing her skin, erasing her frown. A breeze passed by slightly. Making her soft, short curls dance in delight... A tingling feeling across her skin. Or is she dreaming? Just as the sky wore a scarlet hue at dusk and at dawn, her cheeks got painted lightly... A small smile forming on her lips. Unlike to the others, the monsoon brought color to her grey world. Lifting up the veil, letting hope into her shelter... She walked lightly on the water, too... Her slippers long forgotten. The ripples tickling her feet. Her eyes closed as she faced the sky... She let the rain make her forgive and forget. And silently, tears streamed down her face... Then she let the rain wash her. And slowly, she spread her arms and freed her palms... Just like that, she welcomed her life. Thanked the monsoon for all the love. There, she smiled and danced, to the rhythm of the rain...