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Red is beautiful. When for the first time I saw her in that red dress, She was beautiful. She was beautiful when she smiled and the moon turned red. She was beautiful when her eyes sparkled everytime she looked at me. She was beautiful with that red lipstick when for the first time I kissed her. Smooth as rose petals it felt to me, blossoming my life in a positive way. She was beautiful when her cheeks turned red when I proposed her. I was seeing the love for me she was holding in her eyes. She was luminescence, she was scintillation. She was actually becoming the reason of my life. She was so so so beautiful in that red lehenga as a bride, my bride. She was beyond beauty. Beyond the parameters of this so called cruel world. She was actually beautiful. Until on fine morning I saw that red patch on our bed. It was gross. It was shameful. As I was told that periods are impure. She was impure for me for next four days. My love, my wife was impure for me? No. Red was still beautiful for me. It was her pride of being a woman. Red was just not beautiful, not just love, it was now devoir. I put hot water in the bathtub, kissed her softly and woke her up. Picked her in my arms and asked her to take a hot water bath. Meanwhile, arranged some chocolates and hot water bag. She was still beautiful. RED! has always been beautiful. ©theaphroditesjournal