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The Blue Doorway

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This blue doorway was her favourite. It was in front of these very same doors he went down on one knee- like the typical hero in her romance novels, and asked her if she would marry him. He seemed least bothered about the onlookers gawking at them from every window, and across the street.





They had been friends for a long time, but this twist in the tale was something she had not expected. Surprised, and unable to breathe out of anxiety, she had nodded her head in the affirmative.



She would want to be his wife – and best friend for life. She would manage her family, and she already knew his family would welcome her with open arms.



Why would her parents stand in her way, after all, all they wanted, was her happiness right.

The doors of her own home would be painted this very shade of blue, to remind both of them of the past events, to ensure there would be love in their house till eternity.






This post is in response to #WriteTribe Prompt 2
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  1. Afshan ShaikMay 21, 2013 at 8:50 PM

    felt good to read a happy post finally !

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  2. BevimusMay 21, 2013 at 9:07 PM

    I hear Milan and Asha in this.

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  3. Kate @ Another Clean SlateMay 21, 2013 at 9:55 PM

    I love the blue door. What a sweet story!

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  4. Richa SinghMay 21, 2013 at 11:41 PM

    oohhh how lovely! :) a nice happy post

    Richa

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  5. RajaMay 22, 2013 at 12:56 AM

    Short and full of hope and romantic ideas. Thanks. :-)

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  6. AnonymousMay 22, 2013 at 4:19 AM

    Hope, ideas and a happy post. Great to read.

    Yvonne.

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  7. Kajal KapurMay 22, 2013 at 8:06 AM

    Very pleasant...happy post...yayyyy! :)

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  8. UnknownMay 22, 2013 at 9:05 AM

    A happy take to the prompt!

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  9. sahiMay 22, 2013 at 11:04 AM

    seems u have felt every line of the post that u have writen!.:) nice post!!!

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  10. Mina MenonMay 22, 2013 at 11:31 AM

    Romantic DQ in action ;)

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  11. Easwar ArumugamMay 22, 2013 at 2:58 PM

    nice write with beautiful narration.

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  12. Mandy BohganMay 22, 2013 at 5:49 PM

    Love the blue door, sweet story :)

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  13. Shilpa GargMay 22, 2013 at 6:42 PM

    A sweet happy story! :)

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