Every Man on this Earth has his own definition of Beauty.
Beauty to me, as to most other humans, was that which pleases my eyes, though
being aware of the fact that beauty lies in the mind too and not only in the
body. Peradventure some real life experiences was to occur to fail my
philosophy.
This chapter was neither too short nor too long because it
happened two times in my life and this being the second one. In recent times, I came across one Devil. She wore the perfect
camouflage, beautiful enough to fall any youth. She was as white as snow. There
was faint pink tinge on her chin and cheek. Her eyes were like glistening
pearls, though black, added the beauty to her face. Her countenance was strong enough to keep any
eyes vexed upon her. I desired, just as anyone else, to share some words with
her but did not want to be deliberate. I wished if it happens let it be in God’s
will.
It was not much late when the hour finally arrived. One
Friday in return to my shelter an unexpected twist fabricated a couple hours of
vicinity with the Devil, that time I marked her as an Angel, yes we do blind
ourselves in illusions (smiles). We talked, laughed, teased and did all that our
little minds could play. My liking grew stronger each day and grew bolder by
every confab. I felt I had found the perfect girl in my life as I found her saying
she follows God in her life. But soon Fate intervened and drifted me apart from
her shadows. The sole reason that she would not be comfortable leaving behind
her practises of worship. Saddening it was indeed as now it was no more colour,
race or religion that pushed me away but human practises in Christianity. Her
reasons shaped as a request not to pull her in my life when my mind thought
about it otherwise. I placed her addiction above my will. I let her go but kept
whispering and testifying my genuine love for her. Why did it happen after all?
Who would be happier now? Why is my heart being played with?
Well it was all a matter of time I would receive the answers
to my questions. After a period of half year, the Devil had morphed herself into
her true image. She had now forgotten what chorus she had sung to push me away. She had now fallen in her words and belief
and leapt towards a non-believer. I feel sympathy for her parents who wish a beautiful life for her and still stick to their words but where had her
consciousness gone? Had her conscience succumbed to the odd world? What place remains to the living God in her life? She once said,
“I am working in life to be a good angel like my father”, yet now she shames
him. I take a sigh of life for my life would have been endangered with such a
vicious half for the rest of my life. Thanking you God, You truly hold fast and
never let me fall.
