In the Moment
by Sumera Siddiqi (Dubai)
The room is dark but alive. Alive with her pulse beating. Her pulse beating faster every second. Alive with the fragrance of fresh roses. Fresh roses scattered all around the bed. The stern ticking of an old clock in the background. Her chest rises and falls. Restless eyes glued to the door. Tick tock tick. Any moment would be The Moment. A smile spreads across glossy lips. She bites the lower one. A noise! The sudden cracking of the door. Long red nails dig deep into white satin sheet. Her heart skips several beats. Dark hazel eyes suddenly drop to the floor. The room is once again silent. The door; still shut. Tick tock tick. Where is he who is longed for? She gets up. The veil. Soft chiffon touches the floor. She walks to the door. Wrinkled silk graces shiny marble. Cold metal knob meets warm sweaty fingers. A door opens. There he is. Held in a state of bewilderment. One hand stretched towards her as if to open the door. They stand facing each other, time stops ticking. Their world seems to revolve around each other’s existence. A string of emotions happens in heavenly bodies and restless minds. He reaches out. Strong cologne embraces sheer silk. Shiny hazels weave a new beginning. She had yearned for it so long. And now, it has happened. Bathing in rain of glitter. Drenched in glee and laughter. The moment she’s been waiting for is over. And in all her madness and glory and contentment, a flash so dear, it will never escape her memory. Because she has lived so much in that moment.