THE WOMEN IN WHITE DRESS.

It was one Friday evening when I was returning home from work. Suddenly I bumped into a beautiful woman wearing a white wedding dress. She had a face as pretty as the moon with a glazed look sitting emotionlessly underneath the metro station. She wanted to seek help perhaps there was something that was stopping her. I couldn't help but go and ask if she was doing fine or not and abruptly she held me tight and burst into tears. I was in a state of shock for a moment and then she started narrating her story, how she was betrayed by her fiance on the very day of her wedding. She told me how she decided to run from the wedding venue without informing anyone. The agony of betrayal confirmed her suffering and she clutched only thing dear to her which was her mother's photograph. I stood still, listening to her story grieving, and offered her some water to calm down the situation. I decided to leave, was getting late for me after all and as I stood up wishing her good luck, she smiled and waved goodbye. Her eyes now glittered with dispair even more than ever, but I had to leave anyway. That very moment I realized that I forgot to ask her name, and as soon as I turned around to ask her name, she was nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere possible, across the metro, and miles further. Who ws she? What was she pointing at? wAS SHE REAL OR JUST AN ILLUSION? On my way back I could still picture her gazing at me with her soulful eyes.