“Would you like to wed her on the wheel chair?” The Priest questioned with a nonchalant smile. The church hymned of silent music of true love and non-perishable dreams, the protagonist of real life was yet to know of it!
The groom gestured a vehement yes and slid the beryl embedded ring into her trembling fingers, dubious about the success of the new change, she stared into his amber eyes. The very eyes those were lost in hers from a very young age, right at the age of ice-creams and broken pencils. But today was different, she was just not any other girl, she was a survivor, a broken toy.
Tears welled up in her clear eyes, she sighed retrieving her hands back, her ordeal had scarred her. Dressed as the bride in white, seated on a black wheel-chair, her life had come down crashing within just ten minutes on the road, surviving a fatal accident. Little did she know that her life would be never same again!
“Do you really want to do this?” she whispered
“Yes, I was never so sure all my life, I want you to dance” He smiled and held her hands. She felt warm and resilient.
But the sentence sounded rude to the guests who grimaced at his vile utterance of words on such an auspicious day. The church echoed of a collective gasp and sigh.
“What a rude thing to say to a poor girl with dancing ambitions to be cursed by fate, meeting with an accident and losing her soul, her legs. Must he be encouraged to marry her, only to hurt her?” Lucy’s aunt Macbeth’s vicious words mortified George.
He was modest enough to let it slide away, epiphany evident that his bride would read his mind! After-all they knew each other for twenty long years!
“God doesn’t want me to dance George and that is why he cursed me” she winced with a rueful eyes, overhearing the collective sympathy from the small gathering.
“No Lucy, he touched you with an ephemeral fate ,challenging your dreams and sent me to be your support, to be your legs. Trust me, one day, everything will be yours, the stage, the audience and the applause” He wiped her tears with the back of his thumb and an exuberant sparkle shined through his eyes.
“False promises George! False Promises! With perished dreams, I go nowhere” she blinked the fresh tears away, her qualms suppressed, conscious due to the presence of the sympathising gathering. She felt awkward on an excruciating scale!
“I assure you Lucy, they aren’t false promises and you know I wouldn’t do this to you” He choked up with surge of love, she didn’t trust him. But her nerves relaxed and her heart was strangely at peace.
The church fell silent, the candles flickered with long shadows touching her foot, Mother Mary and Jesus Christ were still stones with unchanging smiles and hardened expressions, the gathering looked the duo. Lucy averted her gaze from his positive, encouraging eyes to the flickering candles shining like a hope of tomorrow, coaxing her to follow his suit…
She couldn’t do this, her legs, once her charm had now become her Achilles heel. Her uncertain future blurred away to the dearth of extinction.
“You may kiss your bride now, you both are here-forth pronounced as Husband and wife” The sentence brought shivers down her spine, a part of which was numb!
“You can do this Lucy, I’m with you” He knelt down and kissed her right foot, the only one left.
She teared up, her insides completely swept away by his gesture; her uncertain future was getting clearer as she bore her eyes into the face of the man who loved her beyond life, whom she loved beyond her own! Albeit she never fit to the society’s paradigm of dancers, she felt special!
The music blessed them in rhythms.
Yes, for him, she would try, for him, she would take the strident challenge, for him she would dance, Again; With a musical hope.