The room was dark , phones was buzzing , blinking , her eyes where in another world ,

the world having rains, but without any expectations for rainbow , she was crying.

she don't want someone to listen her, she tryed to control her self ,she knows that she was so weak to carry this, she took her phone and , there was a massage by Aarav " Now it is enough, you are free to go , please never call me back . But what about your promise to me ,my sweetheart , i would like to meet you this sunday".

That last line give her a smile for only seconds , and then she feels her own tears everywhere , she cried for a minute and suddenly feels someone coming to her room ,

she was very familiar with this fyl sound , "Mom," she said ...holding the pillow with her wet palm , she closed her eyes .

After few minutes she kechn the blanket by its corner , and put it in her mouth .

Now she can cry , no one is hear to stop her, no one is hear to tease her .

And then the day came , it was sunday, and she was waiting for a massage , And suddenly the phone started buzzing , "Hello , Darling

i have been waiting for your call since morning " ..." Hello ....hello ....Are you there?"

"Hmmm yeah " she said ...

"Aaaammm please Sweta ,are you still angry with me, my angry bird ,sorry for that dear ,you know that my business ....i didn't get much time dear , sorry i forgot to wish your birthday but my heart, okay I'm coming tomorrow ,with a lots of gifts and cards that you will lost yourself"

she smiled " sure Dadda, I'm waiting for my Dad",And the call ended.

There was no massage , which she was waiting for , And Aarav calls her "Hii , I'm waiting for you hear at my room, Are you coming Sweetheart?" and she ended the call and looked herself in the mirror, and she was ready for this meeting , she noticed that the girl in the mirror was more prettier then her ,more happier then her , more lucky then her, because that girl in the mirror don't want to meet the person who made her cry everyday , she will always stay in the mirror , some time she wipe , some time she smile, some time she loves to try different dresses but she never needs to the preson who made her cry .

she took that blanket in her hand , it was dry but she can feel the wet blanket and she wants feel it .

It was the punishment of love to her eyes.