Finally Found You - Part 10

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This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

II could make a sense that she had those some mixed emotions.
She had no idea, whether she should cry, or shout in madness, be angry or feel glad that finally we met. She could not figure out was she acting smart or utterly stupid, was it all good or only bad. I believe same was my situation, but I was thinking everything keeping her in my mind. I had promised myself that this time I will not do anything that hurts her in any way. Everything will be just like as she wants, as she wishes to be, as she likes it to be. And only reason was that I wanted her in her happiest expression always. She meant so much to me which suddenly I could compose thoughts with her gestures and grace.

Soon she slowly moved her free hands around my neck and it did feel like missing all these years something I definitely owe. I pulled her much closer to me, very gently not to scare her by any means. I was aware of her delicate cold body and trembling lips.

I slowly leaned giving her every chance to pull away but she didn’t.

As I place my lips on her, she almost melted down in my arms. She was all my now. She looked at me between her eye-lashes and soon I kissed her ones more.

This time it was much more passionate kiss and I certainly knew that I will not freak out now on her anymore, neither for yesterday night nor for anything that happened some long years ago. Then it happened and her lips touched mine. I was so lost.

Just then she softly whispered, “I can’t...”

Before she could complete her sentence, I felt tense. I thought I lost her again. She could make a change in my facial expressions almost clueless about everything.

Just as she continued saying, “I can’t go, I won’t, and I will always be here for you like always like forever for infinity!”

I looked into her deep eyes and couldn’t stop myself saying my heart out,
“My skin, My hair will grow old but my heart holds everything forever trust me, my moods..My attitude..My thoughts will change, But I am here and will be here always life moves and goes on, but I am here, always here, things will be hard, Challenging, but still I live to fight every day I am super human!
I haven’t learn how to give up on you, I never give up
..I am human and I don’t think back I look ahead always, I am here”

She smiled looking at me acknowledge my words.
I felt nice after everything happened between us.

The time stopped, the world stood still, it was only me and her alone, no one else around.

There was no more nervousness, no stress at all. Sometimes silence is the best, especially in love. The more you use words, speak to express, the more confusing it gets. Something I understood, no explanation would justify the time we lost, living far away missing some truly memorable moments. Yet it was worth to acknowledge the experience instead.

I was no more regretting to kiss a little nineteen years old girl.
She was now even more beautiful than what I remembered.

But yes she was the same little girl who had learnt a lesson from her first heart break in the long run. I was going to kiss her again; I lowered my head and kissed her on her forehead.

I soon figured out that the unsaid words shall haunt me more than ones I said. So, I wanted to pour in today. Pulling back out the lost breaths, revealing the essence the scent of my little princess, I dropped my knees, holding her tiny soft hands into mine.

She was a bit awestruck but I was determined of my decisions of making her mine without any further doubts.

“You have craved my heart for so long. I would be lying if I said not at times I did not long for you.
So many years without realising the mistakes made. I had gone crazy, chasing after you and I thought I would never find you again. Now that I understand everything, I don’t want to waste even a minute without you. I want to see your bright eyes when you wake up to the new morning. I wish to feel the slow and steady rhythm of your breathing, rocking me into calm sleep. For all the nights when I wanted to be with you, by your side, for all those moments when I wanted to hold your hands, for all those tough days I wanted your hug badly, my little baby!! Will you put me out my own misery; accept me as a part of your life, where we can create our own colourful world and do the honours of being my wife. Just be with me for the rest of our life to share love and growing stronger in love, in each other’s arms...”

I held my breath, waiting for her answer looking into her eyes in search of ‘Yes’ to get converted in words. She stood there still, not a word spoken, I was scared of something unexpected.

She bent down still not a word spoken in reply but wrapped me around her arms placing her lips on mine!

“Is that Yes?!” I asked being still unsure and puzzled.

“Yes Yes Yesss!!!” She screamed with joy, a soft giggle turning into laughter could only soothe my weary soul and wipe all the tears. She was happy, holding me tight and hugged me just like she always owes me.

I am what I have become, no special ingredient trust me, in just most honest and simple way I can say what I have all said is that I am all your! I exclaimed in pleasure. Light have its silver way to come when it has to through the dark clouds, fixing everything and fall upon.
For me fall has finally fallen to enlighten my life just as I finally found her!

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Finally Found You - Part 9

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This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

II couldn’t say her much then.
Except holding her firm, consoling her,
“It’s ok, it will be all ok... Calm down!” I told her.


As I said this to her, she pressed her face into my chest, her hair covering her from the sides.
I gently took her hair back, tears were rolling and it seemed like there was no way she would stop crying then.

She tilted her head and refused to meet my eyes.
She was extremely disturbed by such incidence. I know the kind of girl she is. She would never do anything that embarrasses her or her family. For me she was someone who deserved the utmost respect and admiration always. I could feel her pain. More than tears, I saw her hurt where her dignity was on stack.

After a while when she realised she was in my arms, she tried loosening up and slowly tried stepping back getting conscious. My skin was already reacting busting into goose bumps. She was shivering a bit as well. We found everything so puzzled for a while.

Somehow mutually it was decided to stay like that longer into each other’s arms almost like forever.
I didn’t want to let her go. For a while we forgot everything. She still had those last few drops of tears slipping on her cheeks. I took my hand with traced fingers cleaned her tears. Soon a phone started ringing which was kept on the coffee table. I decided to ignore it.

“Your phone is ringing!” she said whispering softly, where I could feel her breath on my neck, sending me tingling feeling.
“Ignore it” I said making no attempt of going out of her hold, her touch, her warmth.
“What if it is something urgent?” she said loosening her grip on me.
“Nothing is important than you right now!” I said much stubbornly but it had warmth in it.
“What if the call is from your office?” She again said eyeing on me carefully.

This time I couldn’t ignore her.
I could ignore everything but not what she said. “Ok I will check!” I said a bit irritated.
I wondered what the hell the timing was of the call. As I checked the number, I seemed it was from the Sales of Insurance. They keep calling to share some economical plan yet spoiling the life plan, I wondered. As I hung up the call, he falls back on the couch sitting and staring at the phone. She steps further. I saw her eyes and realized she was about to say something.

Almost unable to take her eyes off me, “May be I should go now!” she said something very unwillingly.

I stood up and observed her body became tensed. A lump in my throat raised yet surrounded by the silence and my tear threaten me to fall, when without thinking much I whispered to her, “Don’t leave me!”

I was looking at her with my intense eyes that she could not do anything but only to shake her head into agreement. I tried my luck again. I moved and took a step forward towards her; she took one step back nervously. Crossing the distance, filling up the cracks of connectivity and gaps in between, I came closer to her. And before she could give a second thought to anything, I took my hands and cupped her face with warmth.

She could not blink, still with her eyes kept looking at me speechless.
I leaned forward thinking to kiss her, she said, “Why you left me?”

I knew I had no answer to it.
I knew it wasn’t one side problem.
I knew I was equally involved in whatever happened in past.
Yet when she said with those tiny dews in her eyes, my heart melted.

How I could not ever understand that she was not as prompt in expressing her true presence? How deep into my heart I knew what exactly she wanted in life but I ignored it for some silly presumptions! She was right there in my arms staring at me with no questions.

Was truly the answer 'yes' in her eyes... I searched!

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Finally Found You - Part 8

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This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

SShe was trying to cover up her hangover and was constantly looking around so that I don’t notice her red eyes and pale face. Yet she was miserably failing in that task. Judging her expressions, think that she liked breakfast what I made for her.

“How are you feeling now?” I asked her taking out an apple from the fridge to eat. As I took my first bite to the apple, “Did you wash it?” she asked curiously with her one eyebrow raised.

I gave her a smile, thinking finally she spoke something to me directly, “I haven’t, and I will wash it now!”

“Sorry, I...ummm..” she murmured wondering how to cope up with this awkward situation. She is very particular about certain things, especially about food.

I knew it, “its ok! Relax, I will wash now, Sorry, I forgot to.. You know how bachelors lead life..”
She smiled back hearing me.

“The food is good, thank you” she gets up to clean the plate.
I got up, cleaned the table. I wanted to say something to her but then.. I just ignored it for a while!

Ones I was done, we stood there facing each other with millions of unsaid thoughts and infinite questions. We just kept staring the faces...for a while.
“I’m sorry! I didn't know whom to call” she said after a long pause & with lots of hesitation.

“It’s ok, I’m glad that you called me, but what exactly you were trying to do there like this...” My voice was only turning more serious and cold at the last bit of the sentence.

“I don’t know what happened. I was with my friends, was thirsty ...they gave me some drink and next I remember calling you on phone. ” She said to the point a bit ashamed, unhappy and worried.

“Where were your friends then?” I sounded harsh with growing anger.
“I don’t know where they went then. I couldn't locate them after I felt bit dizzy and tipsy.” She tried explaining aimlessly confused, helplessly, tensed, turning her back around me, hiding her face.

“I was sitting at the table when my friend arrived with a tray of shots. She placed three of them in front of me and told me to down one after the other. In the back of the mind I knew it wasn't a good idea but I drank them anyways trying to forget the last trace of worry that was left in me and it worked, for a while. I danced hard on the dance floor by myself having forgotten where I was and about the outside world when I started feeling sick. I rushed to the wash-room, bumping into people and wall a few times. Stomach ache, nausea feeling was awful. My head was spinning and the world around me looked blurry and strangely out of tune.

As I came back to the dance floor, I couldn't find my friends. I was so scared and worried about everything. I did not know anything what to do next. I searched in my clutch my mobile and before I could find it, found your visiting card. I scrolled down to the home phone number in the mobile to call but all of a sudden changed the mind at the last moment. Somehow I felt like calling you would be the right thing to do.”
“I’m so sorry I bothered you so late...” she finally took a long breath completing to tell her sob-story.

“Listen” I said to her. This was a better tone.
If she could differentiate then it was more of care and concern. I turned her to see her face, looking into her eyes where she could not hold tears and broke down into my arms, crying.

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Finally Found You - Part 7

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This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

NNext all I remember is getting up early morning discovering myself in the position and side I slept into. I stare at ceilings and wonder, through the slow blinks with confused silence.

I couldn't sleep properly yesterday. I went to the bathroom, gave nice cold water splash on my face, looked into eyes in the hazy mirror and stayed still for a while. I was feeling numb, tired and exhausting. I stood under the warm shower sensing a burden on my stiff shoulder soothing away with bubble and rubble which was pouring down my spine. As the water droplets evaporated from my fragile skin, all I could sense the blood rushing into my veins only to relax me further. Later, I went up to the kitchen made nice green tea for me.

As I was sipping my tea, I suddenly recalled she was in the next room. I remembered how yesterday I was not all alone, lonely or afraid to come back home. I was accompanied by her all along the zigzag way, walking up the creaking stairs and kicking down the door, shaking up the walls and filling up with so much of tenderness.

I was caught up in the middle of all this eccentric madness and where I was in a perfect joy to accept that she was next door sleeping in my home and of course the whole feeling was tremendous with the fading feeling of fear attached with heartbreak.

Walking down into the room, I made sure that I don’t make much noise. I peeked inside and caught my breath to see she was no wonder still into her deep sleep all curled and tangled up in the blanket. I went back into the kitchen and made one coffee for her. Slowly took the cup of coffee with some chocolate cookies, I calmly called her name to get up. She groaned with remorse as she laid her face against the pillow. She was not willing to get up. I had no idea what I should have done next. With a little pause, I again called her name. Rubbing her little eyes to open up, she looked at me from the side. I could sense in a way she was bit surprised to see me. She looked around to recognise where she was and yes within few minutes she was back to her normal. She looked hesitant, reluctant and puzzled to start any conversation.

“Good Morning sleeping beauty! Did you have good sleep?” I asked her.

“Umm..Good Morning!” she replied in a husky voice.

I handed her the cup of coffee, ‘You will like the coffee, its strong, bitter and less sweet, like your type.”

As I said that, she looked at me in a surprise. Soon I added, “And moreover it will have you to sooth your headache too”.

She got up and sat comforting her back to the pillow with slight shots of dizziness hitting her badly. She looked uncomfortable for a while but continued to sip the coffee I made for her. Until she finished her coffee she did not say anything. She asked me way for the bathroom.

I guided her, “Straight, first left”.

She got up and ones more a dizziness hits her, unsettled holds the door for support and I went rushing to help her. I took her to the bathroom. She washed her face, combed her hair, and came out well in form trying to look decent.
Mean while I made couple of toast and buttered it well, with a hot chocolate. Suddenly I turned around and saw she was already standing behind me. I thought she might rush going out. But no she actually surprised me again by settling down the chair.

I reflected that I was still so alone then, but it is so better to be all alone with her around. We looked into each other’s eyes and again there was a rush of blood in my veins, heartbeat racing like it wanted to say something but we together exhaled softly into a sigh. The way we made love last night across the corners of the room and later mingling into the garden was it only the drink that made us persistent, I wondered. Soon we exchanged the smile, quite weird one while I passed her the toast and hot chocolate glass.

“You should eat something” I said.

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Finally Found you - Part 6

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This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

II reached the place, parked my car hurriedly on the road.
My mind was distressed thinking about her yet it wasn't difficult to find her out.
She was in the garden, closed eyes sitting on the swing, holding the rope.

I went up to her, we looked into each other’s eyes without a blink and soon she came with me without even sharing a word. She was feeling sick, was in quite an unconscious state, she hold my hand tightly only to get a support. I moved my hand around her shoulders and carrying her to the car. As I opened the door of the car, she settled inside leaning back with her head on the window.

To me she still looked so cute.
She could not focus much, her head was spinning, as soon as she lay her head behind she closed her eyes again and went into kind of deep sleep. I closed the door, moved around and sat in the car. After I had put my safety-belt, I thought of putting her safety-belt too. While I went closer to her to put seat belt, there were again little goose-bumps on my skin. All the way she was murmuring something, I could not understand anything but felt like she was calling my name and trying to tell me something important. For while I kept wondering, all this time I thought about her but never thought we would be meeting like this and she being in such a state. For some reason I felt bit guilty for her conditions. I felt like I should have been there with her throughout the party.

I drove the car slow trying not to disturb her.
On the way at time I used to look at her from my slight left glance. She looked so serene. Soon she rustled woke up, tried to open the window. The air blew on her face bringing half of her hair on her face. She was resting her hand on the window with the closed eyes. I had no idea what was going into her head or what she will do next. I was quite apprehensive of the whole situation. No wonder she has been always that stubborn and moody.

As I reached home below the apartment, I parked my car. Helped her again to getting out of the car and took her to my apartment. When I was opening my apartment door, she struggled to keep the balance and was almost falling on to me. I wondered if she was in her conscious state she would have definitely shouted in her stubborn yet sweet tone at me all the way, yet here she was numb, silent, calm, and controlled... nothing like she actually is in real.

I literary scooped her into my arms and took her to the room and made her lie on the bed. I added two pillows below her head so that she feels more comfortable and covered her with a light blanket to keep her warm. Just as she found warmth inside, she further curled up into the blanket. This was one of the most delighting moments of my life, when I was with her so close observing her every move and gesture that too without her notice.

I closed the lights and slowly came out of the room. I was too tired for it was mid night and my head was spinning speculating the whole situation.

I went back to my room and tried sleeping.
For a while nearly half asleep, I was just lazily lying down the bed, looking out the window pane covered with slight mist. I was worried about her; I got up to go and check on her but then ignored it for I knew she was not in a state to move even a inch in next ten hours.

I forcefully tried sleeping again. As I closed my eyes, all I was getting the glimpse of the whole day and everything related to her. Life is so unexpected, but maybe it was all for good, I speculated.

With all the scattered piece of fragments of feelings, frost out and yet fallen in love with the warmth. I really cannot recollect when actually I slept dwelling about the past.

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Finally Found You - Part 5

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This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

IIt felt like I drove all night.
It was a long dark foggy night which felt like it had no end to it.
As I reached my apartment building, at the parking lot, I kept waiting for a while to get down from the car. I was so numb about the whole situation. I sat and watched my chunks of thoughts fleet, all the while I wondered what it could all mean or everything I thought was nothing at all. How could I find her and lose her same time like a little history repeats in itself, I marveled!

After reaching home, I opened the door, it felt bit drained.

But I loved that feeling of instant, when she stared at me from across the crowd. It was her aura and I was sinking, soaking and swimming into it. I was not drowning into it, I only filling up my lungs with little breath left around with strange salt water. It was not possible for me to come out of that feeling. Feeling that was so much familiar and full of affection.

But my head was spinning, trying hard to sort out things and every time I consider more it felt like there was no way out of this whirlpool of weird thoughts. As I collapsed exhausted on the bed in the same clothes, without caring to untie the shoes too, unexpectedly there was a flashback of her only birthday together celebrated. I took her to her favourite restaurant, had great food, her favourite ice-cream and gave her lovely bracelet as a birthday present. She looked simple and sweet as ever. Our feeling became less like friends and more like love. We even danced and I tried doing all my modest bits only to make her day perfect, beautiful and memorable. While dancing, gazing into her eyes, I had embraced her like never before. And for the first time I kissed her on the forehead and slowly placed a small soft kiss on her sweet lips.

But she knew the unrevealed truth, when she knew it was love, it fed her with fear, she avoided confronting it. She was a child then, I don’t blame her actually, and it was her 19th birthday. Did she doubt on my love; I doubt that, because as far as I knew her, she understood me more than anyone has ever made efforts to know me. Honestly, somewhere her implicit feelings for me were never hidden from me.
All the things she did to me over the past, blended with curiosity. And today nothing matters much. I forgive you dear. And perhaps I truly wonder if she had still giving me, one more chance I have been longing.

‘Please don’t run away now, my mate!’ I pleaded wordlessly in my heart.
Almost chocked with tears, I thought, sometimes it’s better to stay in dark and not seek what shouldn’t be found.

It was such an exhausting day; I fell asleep immediately and was thankful for a dreamless sleep. But the fact was even when the nightmares came, the memory of that first soft kiss seemed to chase them all away giving me sudden goose bumps. Suddenly the mobile rang with the vibration on.

The mobile was still in my pocket. I got up with uneasiness. Took out the mobile from my trouser pocket and saw the unknown number. It was still a senseless mid-night. Almost before the last ring I picked up the call.

‘Hello!’ I said in the clearing my throat.

‘Yes, who is it?’ I asked suspiciously.

‘Umm...!’ I suddenly exclaimed recounting her sweet voice.

‘Yes’ she replied almost breaking down.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked with all my concerns.

‘I .... I was wondering if you can come and pick up me from here...’ She said in a very broken embarrassed voice.

‘Where are you right now?’ I asked her, while searching the keys of my car in the room.

‘I’m outside the party hall, in the garden’ she said.

‘I’ll be there as soon as I can, you don’t move from there and please don’t cry..’ I said as I hung up the call, worried for her.

My heart was aching; I was so tensed for her.
While driving to her, numerous weird thoughts came into my mind. I abruptly tried making a call again to her, but her number was unknown, so couldn't dial back to her. It wasn’t easy for me to focus. My mind was swinging frantically from one bad thought to other. You know how world is, how the night was, and for God sake she is a little tender baby for me still.

The dust had settled, the tide of time had stopped washing the shore, all I was left with remains of her, I cannot afford to lose this footprint of time this moment. I was driving really fast, clearing the mist covering on the road with a silent longing and an anxiety to reach to her as early as possible.
As I was getting closer to her, I prayed, I just wished, I only hoped everything was fine with her.

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Finally Found You - Part 4

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This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

S‘So what were you doing by yourself at the bar’ I asked her, a bit concern.
‘My friends disappeared so I decided to sit alone and enjoy the music; I’m not that good at socialising.’
That made me chuckle a bit. ‘I know!’ I confidently said with a curve on my lips.

She slightly felt shy hearing me.
‘So tell me how been your life?’ she asked again only to fill the silence. For the moment I didn't realised she was talking to me, I was only noticing how her sweet pink lips moved.

As we talked further, I grabbed her hands in mine.

She still felt the same, warm, sweet, soft, like always mine.
Yet I also noticed how she was actually shivering looking at me holding her little hands. For those lovely moments I forgot if ever anything bad happened in our past. Sure it was past, long time and situation changes, but she feels still same to me, I realised.
Playing with her tender hands, we talked. Somehow even she did not hesitate, which gave me comfort to be with her. Time was passing slowly, it was getting cold, the silence was grooving, and we were getting together.
As she whispered my name, I could not hold myself back and then I caressed her cheeks, removing the hair strands from her side of her face. Then my arms wrapped around her waist and her arms around my shoulder, bringing me closer to her. We embraced tightly.
As I lifted her face again to see her glow, I saw her sad eyes.
She looked at me keenly, like her eyes said to me, ‘Never leave me, and be with me always!’

Suddenly she broke down in tears.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked her consoling her.

I asked her, I gave her huge hug again. She answered calling my name through her sobs. I pulled her swiftly into another hug. I lifted my hands and again cupped her face in it as I leaned forward; it was as if everything was happening in a slow motion yet too fast for her to stop it.
Her face was so close to mine that, I could taste her warm breath.

Just as her lips touched mine, I declared silently, ‘You are mine!’

And before she would realise much of my feeling for her, she withdrew herself from my embrace, looked into my eyes with a shock and ran away back into the party hall. I was left there all alone, upset, confused and hopelessly lifeless. I was so clueless about this whole circumstance. I stared at the door of the party hall for her. After standing there for few minutes, trying to figure out everything, I decided to leave the party. As I reached the parking lot, I felt disappointed to have come to this party. I gave the kick and a good noisy punch bang on my dear car and left for home.
How I could have done this, felt apologetic!

How madly I wished if my kiss was without the question mark?

The lingering attachment we still shared would have been exclamation marks then. The passion provided the clarity to my thoughts then and I understood what matters to me the most. But the kiss just happened in a jiffy which cannot be denied. I knew nothing, what was going through her mind. She never spoke her heart to me ever, neither today nor yesterday. I drifted away helplessly through the foggy doomed night. It seemed that I would never rise again with zest of zeal through the salty sea of sentiments I stumble into.

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Finally Found You - Part 3

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SSo before the night would pass, the party would get over and we would ones again be lost in our own busy world. I took my strong steps to see her and share a word with her. It was like a frozen moment with a fleeting glance, a stolen second and a dazed secret sigh waiting for the butterflies and those damn goose-bumps that were setting us apart. In all hesitation and curiosity, I enthused towards her, without losing my eye contact. Observing me approaching towards her, she looked tensed and conscious.

Same time, I felt a heat like my cheeks was blushing badly.
What the hell was up to that now!

Somehow I could never hide my emotions bottled up for her. I could see that she was on edge, that for a while she looked here and there, and then indecisively changed the place from where she was standing earlier. She went to the bar and took one more drink. I took long breaths and out of the blue with my cold hands softly tapped her shoulder and she turned around. Her long locks’ brushing my face and that sweet scented aura around her was so charismatic.

“Uh,Hi?" I said quite determined tone.

‘Hi!’ she said, obviously confused.

‘umm...How about we go outside to actually talk and we can hear each other.’ I instinctively suggested shamelessly.

‘Hmm!’ to my surprise she hummed in quick agreement, like a feeling of being drawn towards me.

I extended my hand and she took it gently and let her outside.
Where emptiness is the essence enough to light the fire to warm us, lending hand to the silhouette sense, the silence, the gap, the pause, the sinking stillness, the absence was filling every bits and bytes of everything. How so much could settle and yet spread in such a little space inside my soul for so many years, I wondered!
Reaching out in fresh chill air of November, with her was much like a dream. Bit of fog around, not a clear sky to count stars, yet a beautiful blessed night. Who knew few hours ago that I shall meet her and now she is holding my hand. Yet again in a split of second another thought lingered, "was everything I feared about has passed or there was still bits of unexpected to happen?" We sat on the garden chair, quite on the edge of the garden, so that no one could possibly find us.

It’s like kind of sketchy dream on the paper with the think dark charcoal pencil to be shaded in humble colours soon.

It was still such an awe moment that it was unbelievable to see she would come with me in the dark spot with ease, be next to me and talk. I know when one thinks about it nothing seems creepier than this but trust me I wasn’t going to do anything. It was a serene, surprising and a sacred moment of my life.

‘So how are you?’ she finally spoke almost like a soft whisper after few minutes of awkward silence.

And those first few words leaping from her lungs, slowly crawling into my ears like melting melody, it was ‘Good!’ really good!

‘Good!’I said staring into her deep eyes.

‘Where are you working?’ she asked next. ‘I work in Multi-National Company, showing her my visiting card’, I told.

She with a smile saw my card, tried reading it but since it was dark, she gave back the card.

‘Keep it’ I said looking the spark into her eyes.
I knew she would show to give me back yet would want me to ask her to keep it. I wondered for a while, why she always wants me to read and understand the underlines! May be she doesn’t expect but I know her too well, I guess.

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Finally Found You - Part 2

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AAs the party grooved, in the dim light I spotted these two beautiful eyes.
While I was still indulged into long-fellow talks, my heart beat raised suddenly, thinking about those two eyes following me. Just a slight glance of someone could be so powerful that it could give such a shiver in my body. The girl kept looking at me as I glanced occasionally at her while I was chatting with my friends. These eyes belonged to a very cute girl. She was someone, the only one I ever felt so much during college. As I saw her again today, I was just in awe and wondered how after so many years she still looks so sweet and captivating. I repeated looking at her, while still conversing with my friends. I noticed her looking at me and a slight curve on lips played itself onto the aura.

Just as I saw those deep dimples, I had to go ahead. While I was still thinking how to make a move, she suddenly vanished from my eyes.

What an irony, I lost her in the crowd of old chaps!
Then I wondered will she be remembering me, isn't it too late to have same feeling like old times?

To add more fact to the whole story, I and she was never a couple in our college, yet the most popular one to be talked about. I as such never liked any kind of such attention but can’t help about the people. I was only trying to be friendly with her, though cannot ignore the fact that I definitely had a soft corner for her as always.
It’s like when the love is actually the prayer
and care is nothing much but the blessing of presence.
I wanted to be with her always for I always enjoyed her company. Even then there was something between us which kept intact despite of people’s odd talk about us around. I had accepted the things around us. The bond for me was under no pressure to get upset or disturbed about any talk. But I knew she used to get concerned hearing talks and was not ready to face any further consequences. The stories went on and on until at last they needed nothing to start to believe, fortunately for me they turned into truth too in due course of time. I still remember the last time I saw her was in a farewell party. Never thought life would change so much, undecided of so many circumstances. I turned around and out of the corner of my eyes; I felt a pair of beautiful eyes on me yet again.

Soon while having almost the last sip of my drink, I noticed her in the corner of the room with the bunch of buddies. It was an awkward moment for us. All these years, I might have not been in touch with anyone, might have forgotten everything about college life, but there is one and only thing which I could never forget are those innocent brown eyes and dimpled smile. Something which I have always ignored to talk about freely, when by chance asked about I blush, smile and skip the question in a nice way. Yet I know in my heart I so want to talk about it, alas want to share my story with nobody but only with her.

Even today, when I saw her,
I had this same understanding of the depth in the feeling.
Now before the party could be over, I was supposed to go and meet her. But how I wondered, how could I just like that go and talk to her and will everything be right, I speculated. Moreover, somehow I was so sure that all my close friends knew that I was paying my attention was only every move of her. As I saw her again, I perceived her eyes sparkled. It was this spark between us which had such a lovely positive feeling to have and then nothing much bothered. I was not in a position to create issues. Yet I was in my full mood to recreate the feelings.

By now, I knew she was grasping my glimpse too I was trying to win her heart and my focus was only on her heart not on anything else happening around. For a while I just stopped thinking everything. Suddenly, I had this mission of the party in my mind to meet her ultimately.

...Continue to READ Part-3...

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Finally Found You - Part 1

This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

LLife takes up a whole one large circle and I’m back to my past, my memories, my moments, and my entire so called first times framed flashes. Life have been like soaring at the shining stars in the dark night, floating into the clouds, sailing into the deep blue ocean creating small endless round, around the situations with clueless circumstances. And surprise-surprise one day I received an invitation to attend a get-together party of the college mates.

Now this is really funny, for years after been passed out we have not met or much talked, yet we plan to have a get-together. Being a bit of hopeful by nature I thought it was a good chance for a change and revive old bonding. When I wondered about the old good times, thought of people I spend my couple of years together, I was getting excited thinking that we all have grown up, turned matured, work hard and now, it was definitely time to party hard together. After all we were there and have lived some very enduring experiences. Although in the rush of life, we tend to forget or in the modern term ‘we move on’, yet in our heart we all know the best time spent in life, is in the college and despite of all the silly situations or some major differences, we still care and are concern about each other in certain way.

The party is tomorrow! And today’s night is truly long.
Though not with everyone but with few of my close buddies I was in touch, so I assume tomorrow shall be a nice day. Taking a long breath and making sure I need not think much yet should have a good sleep. Yes! There is something I don’t want to further discuss, it’s been a long time, believes, ideas and things in broad-spectrum have changed or must have changed a lot in due course of time.
I was not the same anymore.
I live in the small terraced house, life is good from top. I have been staying alone ever since I started doing job. My home has minimal furniture yet enough to make life as comfortable as possible. I have no hesitation to say that at times I like being a couch-potato watching television yet there are times I don’t mind having few sociable drinks or seek other entertainment. Most of time eat outside; sometimes cook, though a good cook but cooking for thyself alone is quite boring. I work really hard and spend hours in office. Since living away from your family/friends, I watch television a lot during weekends. Being busy yet not doing anything in particulars during the weekends is what have been my lifestyle past few years. Or may be in much productive manner I would say that I have found my fulfillment in my work. By the way I have not been to my hometown past two years. Yes, at times I do feel home-sick but staying alone and being a self-decision maker is better than anything. Also to have heard so much, so many times, things like to get married soon, to settle down are a bit tiring to me. I think when things have to happen it will and there is nothing to hurry about.
So finally, after getting a bit drowsy, I take a nap.

In the morning, having my green tea and feeling a bit curious about this whole situation over a weekend. My friend calls me and reminds me to come in the party. I wonder with the cup in my hand, ‘do I really have to go or need to go?’ I don’t think so. But what’s the big deal, I should only to have good time with people, actually they are still my friends, I guess!

I reached almost right time in the party, which is itself rocking in full-swing.
It was so good to feel that some came from really far away and I truly appreciate the fact that they tired despite of such a busy life. People were smiling, some faces looked familiar and some faces were truly happy to see me. I’m really not a very party type of person. I knew we were here together after a long time for a while and so I didn't mind having few drinks. I took some drink and started hugging, some of my close friends to have met after real long time.

Laughing, making fun, pulling legs, giggling, everything was so good around.
I felt so glad to have come since the vibe of the party was great. Suddenly, I realized life was so lifeless without them. After all friends are friends, who knows you for ages and knew you well ever since you were young. We had so many past stories to share and talk about. This fact even took me for a surprise for a while that I had so much to say, share, cherish and celebrate collectively. Never thought life was so beautiful with friends.
Music of the party was good which kept the aura serene.

...Continue to READ Part-2 ...

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my sweet Tea Cup

unusual but a unique love story with a robust Saucer...

There are plenty of tea cups and saucers at my home scattered in my kitchen drawers.
Some totally matching and some which have lost their beloved pair.
The cup's saucer breaks by loneliness.
Whereas a cup cracks in despair of losing a saucer.
But really, do the cup and saucer need to match perfectly? Is there any set rule to follow to bring a Cup and Saucer side by side? Does anything in life lies as in only in perfection? Does everything comes in perfect pair?
All I know without any doubts that when we are busy in getting everything to be perfect, we tend to forget enjoying life.


“There are so many legendary love stories, where pair of lovers at the end couldn't meet. They would have met or not met their infinite love defines them eternal lovers and decades after we still recall them as the potent symbol of everlasting love. Certainly if the enduring pair of lovers had met they would have just created new incredible painting redefining love with the a high-spirited tune and vast vibrant sky shades colors of their love. However, precisely the pair of lovers, the immortal souls don't really have to be their together physically always. Some relationships have no name and those make out as the most beautiful one to cherish. A presence of pure love in one's life and the happiness of other's world where you are not the part of it in anyways is still enough to enlighten and lead a lovely life ahead.


Anyways, I love anything which is coupled with creativity and celebration.
Can't the tea cup match the other saucer far from the set they were actually paired with. My solo answer to all above puzzles is that they can always be paired with the other colored or patterns, permanently or momentary, until and unless they look good together, as long as they mutually makes us happy.


So I began combining teacups and saucers that were not originally meant to go together and later found that they made some pretty combinations, some truly sweet pairs absolutely. Little did the lonely teacup and solely saucer knew then that they were so much more then just solitary soul.


“The real purpose of teacups and saucer is to serve at the end doesn't matters me. I know they already essentially owe a permanent place pleasing my kitchen in my little house. They have a special spot in my humble heart too distinctively because these originally unpaired colorful teacups and saucers together coupled teach me to all intents and purposes something more unfathomable depths as 'Variety is the spice of life!'


Sitting gazing them makes me overwhelmed with their persistence beauty. The lonely souls of teacups and saucer united sometimes with matching combos, and sometimes not. I always look at them. Often touch them, to feel them and absolutely admire them.


My teacup and a saucer originally unpaired look at each other in genuine love.
Gazing reflectively and unwilling to be separated. It is difficult to displace.
Sometimes they are looking for someone special in love with them holding them in warm hands.
And sometimes it's the silly strong aromatic tea in the tea-cup waiting for someone special to be sipped sweetly, warming the hearts!

as long as I could
still until I stood
wondering why did I pour a second cup of tea
a small teacup settled strongly over the mismatched secure saucer..
night melting down into the dawn,
like sugar disappear and crystals just settle down to
spring dreams, bottom of the cup
dawn dissolves in twilight
ready to be stirred up
a second cup of life, this misty morning
my flooded with tears eyes blinked twice and saw
the waft gently oozes out of the warm teacup,
I felt like,
I heard like,
I read like...
I am here for you,
I will always be here for you!
You haven’t had tea till I’ve made a cup for you :)

• This post was completely like my cup of tea! Enjoyed writing it absolutely.
• Hope you liked the post too just as much as loved it, please do share in you comments below what mysterious you found about the post which was indeed hidden in the words.

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Love is a dream - mini Love Story

This is a series of love. ~ For I don’t Hate-Love Story!

We met and I knew you would fall for me.
Well that was my presumption; it went the other way round.

But then he did call yesterday morning.
He asked me out, but was it a date? I was so confused then...

~ Cafe ~

As fixed time and place, we met in a cafe and sipped together our first coffee. Ever since then I had been a big fan of coffee though being a tea-lover. There was no guitar tunes or piano rhythm, still the thumbing of my heart beat was enough of artful music to excite me.
Looking around people sitting and having a good time, I looked dumb struck with lost words to start the conversation. Usually, I'm quite a talkative person and getting into any conversation, giggling comes easily to me.
But don’t know why I was feeling so conscious then!
Isn't it right to hang around with friend? LOLs! The beginning itself is so screwed with this friends tag!

“It’s a beautiful day!” I instantly bluffed believing that he will ignore my dumbness right that moment, since I'm not like this always! .......ahhh Today, was definitely so special and speechless I was proving it every passing moment!

I liked this guy for several months and we used to hang out with our other friends. We were not really great friends but sure we shared something uncommonly common between us that today we are sitting facing each other sipping coffee.

Of course you were responsible for that, I murmured without his notice.
“Now, he had good sense of humour, was smart enough and had excellent conversation skills. This guy was hot! This is definitely a bonus to everything!”

It was a slow start but it had that magical spark which can be proclaimed as a good talk.
We started sharing our few remarkable life incidents and few embarrassing moments too. I was surprised to see how he had planned the whole day. A coffee time, followed by a lovely movie latter some shopping to still keep me up lively and finally a lavishing dinner at my suggested restaurant.
Ah! It was not just the sweet friendship...sure it was more than that any fool could make out. But neither I’m a fool nor am I smart enough to believe on pretentions. Until he does not say it...I get into no concrete conclusions.
“If you love me baby, you got to show me and say me simultaneously that I’m being loved!” I stick to my old rule-book.

At the most I assumed that he was truly a gentleman and sure treats any lady with charm and care, ultimately which is the most important gesture in any kind of meeting, and I appreciate that truly!

~ Shopping ~

We decided to go for the shopping first. Actually it was my decision. Why to keep the best for last?
So moving on to the best part of the day, Shopping!
First time in life, I thought I had nothing to buy, I had everything....ahhh let me complete my whole filmy line, “I need nothing to buy since I have you, My Love!”
Well I did buy little stuff here and there on the streets.
And he was helping me by holding the shopping bags while I was still busy in bargaining.

I was just trying to divert my mind from the coffee table.
Every time I blinked, I saw his eyes.
I was so much occupied by his thoughts and this was creating a complete new notion of emotion into me. I cannot take it for granted; when this sweet guy has asked me to only hang around like good friend!
But honestly ‘ignorance is bliss’ sometimes.
That hide-n-seek of acknowledging my feeling for him while I still pretended looking busy in shopping was so beautiful. I clandestinely looked at him from behind the shopping bags. It was beautiful to see him, how he didn’t get annoyed moving with me from one shop to other and finally buying from the first shop I saw the stuff earlier.

Between this was also a good way to see, what his taste was like.
From shoes to earrings, I took his opinion on everything. His positive outlook was shining! I was having a great time and it was a good day for him too. That’s what I presumed anyways, it was his plan to take me for shopping!

~ Movie ~

Then moving on to the movie, which movie...Ah! Just any mediocre movie, he just wanted to consume the time schedule. What an efficient act! I thought, he wanted to spend some good time with me and watching movie, sitting next to each other was a beautiful endeavour.

Whatever could have been his thought, I still feel it was one of the best times so far.
Sitting next to each other, giggling and often trying to find a chances to whisper into ears to get closure!
It was so cute!
And just when I was enjoying that darkness of the hall with some splits of light rays of the movie, I felt something. There was a sudden current running into body. It was the damn touch of his rubbing shoulder. Secretly, I wished if he would hold my hand, play with fingers...But I think I was rushing into my expectation. It was just by chance a little touch but it made my day I guess.
Who watches the movie when you have your crush sitting next to you that too so handsome one? I loved the way he brought pop-corn, coke and water for me considering my preference.

Moment by moment, action by action, all the while he was proving to the best! I was already so impressed.

And while the movie was still running into its pace of the climax, I was busy dreaming about our future together. How we gonna live together? How will our family react to our decision? Which dress will I wear in the wedding reception and finally how our kids gonna look like?
Everything seemed so right with him around. Was this moment like ‘This is it!’
“How was it?” he asked me shuddering my hand.
The movie was over so as the dream.
And my brain is genius making real movies out of nothing. Welcome to reality, gorgeous!

~ Dinner ~

Way to our dinner!
I was still dreaming, couldn’t believe I could think so much.
"How could you...?" I yelled!
He bewildered looking at me asked what was I asking! I replied softly, ‘Nothing!’
Goodness! I marvelled so much but the fact is I don’t even know that is this my first date or we still hanging around as “Just good friends”!

We reached the restaurant and ordered our food.
Mean while, just summing up the day and cherishing good moments.
Now it was dim lights, delicious smelling pasta and awesome crisp garlic bread.
"Flirtini" for him, which is a flirtatious cocktail with the elegance of Champagne and vodka with the fresh, muddled pineapple in the tulip. I just wished if he would be a less gentleman all the time and flirt light with me now after drinking this cocktail.
We ended our dinner with ‘Death with Chocolate’, a kind of dessert within itself blends chocolate ice cream, syrup and dash of vodka and coffee liqueur and tops off with whipped cream and a cherry.

It was a soul satisfying food and a superb day supposing ending.

This is a day which shall be cherished throughout my life, I wonder. If it is a date than then there are still few more surprises to unfold. But if we are having a good time, I just wish and pray to have more of good time together. Well that’s like an optimistic, I praised thyself silently but craving for more!

~ Back Home~

He being a true gentleman came to leave me till my home almost at the correct time considering my family would worry about me if it gets late. Streets were subsequently busy. It was almost dark and street-lights were quite bright for the late-evening. We smiled a lot. And I blushed a lot. I was just pondering how he could not notice this glow on my face while I talk to him. Or is it just too much of expectation for the day. The day was perfect and I couldn’t ask for more.

One star was shining bright in the sky in the east. He handed over my shopping bags. We like good friends, said good-bye. That was good enough for a beautiful starry night to start with twinkle reverie.

Just when I reached my home, I realised I was still into the little moments we spend together whole day.

Well I couldn’t ask for more as promised but I could dream a little more.
Same like it happens in movies, I felt like singing, dancing and flying high. I opened my balcony doors. The night was really beautiful with cool breeze blowing curtains.

Was it a date? Will we spend time together again? Are we really just good friends? Such weird numerous questions passed my mind in a split second.

And my phone rang, it was him,
“I forgot to tell you, I had great time today with you!” he said.
This is it...he is a man with few words indeed!

“Even I loved being with you..I mean it was a good time!” I said desiring him to say more, something really sweet...
“I...umm...I..truly like you..ever since the day we first time met.” He said after a bit of pause.

And a hidden beneath piles of ignorance, plea heard.
I was in such an awe phase that I couldn’t utter a word and spoil the whole love scene.

I wondered dreaming in the dark silent night. Only thing which was not right at that moment was that he had not even any wild idea that I had fallen for him.

...Cute love story have many Comical moments to Celebrate and Cherish.

And further the worst thing was that I was dreaming and there was a dream into my dreams.
Cute love story usually have many comical moments.
And that’s where my own cute love story unfolded.
A center folded miracle which blossoms into dreams of bliss...!
Love is like a dream which cannot be explained!
Strange yet sweet are those dreams!

The photo above is taken from the movie, 'I hate luv story' featuring Sonam Kapoor and Imran Khan.

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Rain Dance

SSince morning I have this feeling, today something will happen, something good or somewhat different. Something like a wish, somewhat like wining! 'Maybe it’s the cool crisp fresh breeze, or maybe the light is too bright today or maybe the cloud just above my room window makes silly shapes teasing me...Ahhh...maybe I’m just acting crazy! And sometimes I really do!' I shrugged.
Sometimes we do get such utter urge, isn’t it!
Doesn't it happen to you ever?
I do occasionally get such pining feelings. It’s such a strange curiosity. And when I have inquisitiveness for certain clueless thing I get introduced to the bunch of thoughts to ponder upon with appealing ways to recreate live motions. It's so easy to get drifted from the lively real world into the virtual wonderland.

Sometimes, I feel void of emptiness. I then find myself staring through the window for hours. This window-pane is where I dwell-in most of the time. And most of that time defines and further of this moment sometimes even redefines me. Indeed when things turn blur I see more clearly!

Suddenly a phone rings.
My parents call me. They went to some social gathering and want me to join them soon in the party as ‘he’ will be coming. I was almost ready to leave for the party to join them. But now knowing that he has come I think, I should wait for him at home. So I told my parents that I cannot make it for the party, as he is coming.

Yeah ‘He’...!

‘Please no! I don’t want to go anywhere! Please don’t send the car!’ I said in a small voice to parents.
‘In that case we will be late...okay be at home, eat food!’ My parents curiously instructed me, 'As if I never had been home-alone before..' I murmured giving a mischievous grin!
I was so excited. Be alone and act like a princess, play my entire silly pranks. Sum-up more amusing stimulation around mirror! I can try wearing that new sari which my mom bought recently. I always do that, when she is asleep or gone out.

Between I’m sure you must be wondering who is, ‘He’!

Well what should I say...we are made for each other absolutely.
It all started long back ago. And it’s been almost a year I have not seen him. And each day after he leaves everything turns so lifeless, even my mind which usually keeps humming-hopping here and there never focusing on one thing gets so motionless!
He comes to be with me once a year, stays for time being, and then disappear suddenly. It’s been like that since who knows when. How can a love story last this way? Someway it does! How can I take it? Somehow I do!

He barely accepts the gifts I bring for him. Yet he has this passion to pamper me with beautiful surprises. Often gifts me an emerald dress, always a bright jade dress, and bouquets of delightfully airy flowers. I think it’s the flowers that make me forgive and embrace him so strongly. There are no carnations or lily from round the corner florist. He gets blossoms which are wildest rarest sweetest fragrant flowers for me. Actually he treats me like one of the juvenile Alice in Wonderland! So he in his own little enchanting way creates for me one of its kinds of magnificent magical world.

Alas! As I have not yet told this to anyone except only acknowledging my own feeling for him. Irony is even he have not proposed me in a formal way yet...maybe I’m too young to think all this. But I love that exclusive treatment from him...he makes me feel so special so elegant! Moreover all I know, he is my best friend. Since I believe ‘Best friends bring out the best in you’...perhaps he does, in all his little gifts and concern for me. Right now, I can only wish if he also falls for me the way I do for him. ‘We will dazzle the town together’...I chuckle!

Now that I know ‘He’ is coming I want to do something special for him this time...ahh for us, I guess!
Best presents are surprises!
Maybe today I'll tell him how it feels!
Maybe tonight I’ll tell him how its staring stars in the cloudy night!
Maybe I’ll tell him, ‘you know why and why not!’
Maybe I’ll be waiting only to say, ‘Yes! I told you all!’
Maybe I'll tell him more than just a lot more!
Maybe I won’t tell him but would wish to sigh contentedly gazing at him, a little more for a while!

Since it’s weekend and my homework is all done...I can completely enjoy my time with him. I rush to the kitchen, start with making coffee. I take a tall table to stand upon to grab the box of biscuits which mom kept at the top-most shelf. Opened the box; picked my favorites chocolate biscuits and few orange-flavour biscuits to suit the mood.

...I keep looking through window if he has arrived  with my own reflection on the
window-pane..

Time slips, turns and just flutters away.
Coffee unhappily sipped up and leaving only few broken chunks of biscuits in the tray. I keep looking through window if he has arrived with my own reflection on the window-pane. But no sign no hint so far.
I will wait for him no matter how late he comes this time but I will wait. I was determined. I recited many times, yet following my inner tranquility.

I hear some sound and a slight light passing through the edge glass of the window. Looks like, he have arrived. Here, I hear his husky tone. I’m so excited. I run towards the window-pane to get his fleeting looks.

‘Oh! He looks so stunning!’ I excitedly breathed in.

...I can sense him from distance too.
He is so charismatic in his words, in the flow of conversation we often have!
Wonder which cologne he uses...he smells so earthy so captivating!
So many a times I have shared my secrets, my little plans, my aspirations with him. The tête-à-tête never comes to an ends with him at all.

And certainly I haven't forgotten that last time when he came we even danced together. That was the best moment of my life and I wish to see replication of sweet memories. He did play a slow tempo song with groove which would never, ever end.

And just when he holds me in his arms, I don’t want to let him go ever. But he has his responsibilities, his duties and I respect him for that. Best thing is his nature. He merges with every thought and mingles with everyone around with ease.
And no matter how much hard work he does he take time for me in a while and still looks so refreshed.

No wonder I overlook all my troubles looking at him...tussle like getting up early for school, studying late-nights for exams and those silly school friend’s fights.

“I still want to dance with him again standing on his feet.
Wish to have another walk, another dance with him, another one more time hide and seek game, sit facing the breeze with him on the front steps of home and leaning together by the window-pane talking endlessly about everything!

And within moments he is there almost...
staring into my deep eyes, sliding deep into my soul...whispering something sweet into my ears.
Silence occupied. I didn’t blink even ones. It was like a dream reliving.
I knew he was like a guide to me!
He would guide me to pursue my inner-will.
This moment, this willowy love, comes to rest in me. I settle down my urge, my thoughts, my words, my confusion, my worries and even my yearning gracefully. Oh! Yes! Ever since childhood I have a crush on him.

Ah..I still need to grow up...please don’t remind me! But I so much love him, I swear!!
I’m nevertheless so glued to this window to keep my eyes peering over him. I love the way he moves, so swiftly with so much of spontaneity yet with self-assurance.

‘You look so happy today!’ he reads my mind.
His finger tips on the window-pane and so as mine...a virtually mingling..
‘I wish I could touch you..ahh this pane’ I read his mind.
Standing astound and my soul reaching out of the window for him!

This time he is here and I’m at home waiting to see him, hear him, feel him, and touch him. I move my fingers to touch him but uhh... just can’t get closure enough right now due to window-pane. But sure I get this beautiful thought of peace staring at him...even if there is a distance...I don’t mind at all, his presence belongs to the eternity.

Everyone was off in their own little worlds, resting up after a long day. I being a little lost since morning needed him too. And a heavy storm outside not letting up yet.
I open the door to get his clear glance. The heavens renew their force and we meet.

'Ahh! I’m not a diva. I’m not even a charming girl!' But miracles do happen with me sometimes.
Here I saw him and his whole faithful face came to life!

His humble presence, his sacred perfume, his gentle touch takes to far distance of love destination distinctly. Slowly softly little by little I was having more of him. The cool air on skin made me shiver slightly but I shyly embrace him. I closed my eyes and the breaths come in sharper gasps.

“He holds me, I giggle just as he tickle. He ran a finger down my neck smoothly dripping by my finger. Something in me laughs just as I say this, someone dazzlingly chuckling to sync with my giggle softly. And he hardly has this idea how badly I like to be with him. At this instant shaking his head and soaking me in the sweetness turning into rain-infused skin! The mud from the ground joins together, staining my frill skirt, fusing my feet too.

He is so much down-to-earth that for this moment he comes on the earth from the above and beyond as an answers to my prayers, dwelling in heated clouds, fighting with thunders and lightening only to linger with me often sometime gets lost in mud again flowing here and there. He told me then ‘I cannot spare a moment now spreading delight everywhere, but only to see a smile on my little princess face, I come!’. He came with green carpet dress and fragrant flowers ahead.
‘Oh! I missed you whole year!’ I proclaimed with a deep sigh!
But the party have just begun for me now...and watching you is what I only crave.

I’m grateful to him as he comes because each drop has been sent for me as a guide from beyond.
"Dancing with him, MY love rain...I just feel like dancing with you dear rain...ones again! Ah! Let it rain!"
“Dance in the rain! Dancing for the rain! Dancing with rain! My Rain Dance!

I had to hold back tears as he left.
I had those silly goose bumps and perceived,'That’s the kind of love and affection I hope to have in my life to adore'.

“Indeed, true love is an emotion where you want to be a reason for happiness of the person you are in love with! And romance is one of its expressions of love. It’s neither just physical nor just romantic. It’s quite a combo of both the best sync and zing. I get connected with him with ease. And the physical entity just over rides the bonding we share. I love him because...just because! Ahh... ‘Just because’ is the general-list of reasons!
However we exchange emotions beyond all the reasons and above all the seasons!
I redefined the love my receptor the rain in the interpretation of evolution.

Unconditionally completeness is inevitably for I was born for him in September *rainy season*...my first teenage love-quote!

I stare those dazzling delight droplets over the window-pane...the earthy perfume waft towards me, tickling my nose. I gather my sweet memories with him. Glancing up in cloudy sky through the glass-pane, I see him still there and watching me as well.

I’m so fallen for him...I know he will fall for me too someday!
That day I will rejoice my date with the Rain!
For each drop have their story to celebrate, let me conserve one drop!

And just as a best pick up line goes, 'I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you’...
Hmmm... ‘One really needs to soak up the feet, drench a bit and get liberated to oneself with Rain in oneness’ my unscripted line goes!

“Sometimes you really need to see things through another's eyes before you can truly appreciate the blur-scene behind window-pane with dripping rain drops, shimmering sentiments!!
I jump down in joy sliding into a splash to dive into drops of Rain to dance!

Note: * Firstly I want to thank each one of you for reading this post, since I do know it a long post! Hope you liked it!
**And this post would not have been complete without one of my friend's support. Thank you for bringing the spark alive as always!!

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Love Lane - Serendipity 2

This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

Kindly read the First Part before reading ahead.. To Read Click Here

“Where were you past few years?” he asked huskily.

I wished he knew the answer.
I wished if he could forget those missing years.
I wished if he could just for ones see the joy of today without an attachment of yesterday.
I wished if he could determine the immense happiness we got in just few days.
I wished if he could understand the fact, I didn’t mean it to hurt him.
I wished if he could know that how much it hurts when he asks me that simple question!

And just as I wished this and that repeating aloud only into my heart...
A single tear fell unconditionally rolling down my cheeks.

“Why do you love me so much?” he continued without waiting for my reply.

I knew he was asking not so that I could give silly explanation. He had those bit strings of regrets, why we could not make it in past, hence he often asked! I felt so numb and cold hearing him and reading thoughts in my mind.

My joy shrinks and my heart instantly sink.
How would I tell him that I always felt “you were mine!”
It was for a moment. But felt like everlasting...!!

Feel so guilty even today about making him feel so sorry. I could not figure out what else I could tell him and he knew it all. It was a sheer time and we moved on.
I could not read his clues and he could not hint me well.
Though we both expressed the best we could yet we choose to ignore those sentiments.

I wished he knew how it tears me apart when he repeats those questions in awe. “I didn’t leave you, I didn’t...I could never leave you ever...!” I sniveled, finally trying to letting it go of all the pain, hurt and ruined thoughts and dashed hopes I did carry them for so many passing seasons perhaps years.

If not lived physically around,
You were always in my heart alive...

He could not see me howling so badly. He wanted to kiss me again and again until everything was better. Instead he placed his hand hesitantly over mine to comfort me.
“You are forever mine. I love you,” he said as if this was a time when he believed me completely. His words echoed my head. 
“I love you too,” I said finally and tears just tricking down rapidly.
He handed me a glass of water, forced me to gulp too and helped me in wiping all the tears.
“You look so creepy while crying...go splash some water on your face” he said on a lighter note.
And it made me instantly smile!

“We lay down facing each other. Together, we staring each other without a word spoken. Talk was out of the topic. Touch was something could soother right that moment. The absent of words sometimes is so beautiful. And I love this love with him which is just beyond any vocabulary or grammar yet so poetic and with so much of rhymes!

Suddenly a toe hits a glass of water and all the water spills on the carpet. And where it was me, accidents like these were normal. "Opps!!!" We instantly got up and threw my scarf over it to soak some water on the surface. He was not mad at me anymore.

“Oh!” I breathed in surprise.
A divine red colour wrapped box, with a good champagne bottle with a tied blue ribbon and a lovely dress, he carried in his hand. I could not make out which one to accept first and instantly wide open my arms to accept all of them together.

As the unwrapping of gifts I was doing, all I realised like I was unveiling gifts of my utmost desirous dream seeing me with him.
As I uncover a gift paper of the box, I found Godiva Chocolate Truffles box. Nothing more than that I could ask for more in a single day full of sweet surprises. Soon I remove the cover of the chocolate and couldn’t wait and soon drooled over to gulp one and let the heaven melts in the mouth.
These tantalizing truffles were enough to control my tantrums of the day.

rachi creation..

He opened the bottle and poured in two champagne flutes, “To us.”
I tossed the glass rim and repeated in a soft voice, “To us.”

A sweet smile crossed on my face at the memory of his presence, how he consistently gives me little surprises willingly to keep alive this camaraderie between both of us. And best gift he gives me is his good mood always despite having had a rough day. He always made time to talk, wrote a love-note, a walk in the love-lane to laugh, play and regain, to even have a little flirt and sweet fights whenever it take. Little things in love matter a lot. And even when in anger I said, 'Hate you'...he spelled correct in mind through strings of heart, which says 'Love you always'.
I sipped the champagne and the tiny rolling bubbles ticked my throat. Indeed, everything ever since then turned easy, carefree and more fun.

The more and the merrier,
Absolutely the more of us,
In the most of the moment,
Making it magnificent!

Latter as expected he insisted me to wear that dress.
I took the packet and went to the dressing room to change.
Opened the packet and pulled out the dress, revealing it was a beautiful velvet base crimson pink yet bright shades of ruby’s blue purplish coloured toned dress.
Ahhh! So much of lovely hue and backless too!!!
Gazed over the mirror, “OMG...is that me or the dress which looks so stunning.” I sucked in my breath and my eyes wide open.

I twirled again in the dress and suddenly a wrist slightly hits a perfume bottle dropped, spilling perfume all over the dress.
"Opps....!!!!!," I sigh.
“You Okay?” he called.
“Yeah! Everything is fine,” I yelped quickly.

Suddenly gate opens slightly popping his head in and I caught my breath.
Captivating eyes were just staring right at me. And uff! That adorable smile too.

“uh oh!” I whine; my hands flying swiftly back on to my chest, trailed off and shrugging.
“I..umm...I...” I was so rapt; the dress fits so well as if it is designed especially for me.

The colour suits me the best...like with little shine and little red wine!
And I preferred to grin, creating few crinkles over the nose.


“You look...like..” he was as well enthralled and so spellbound to get right words...and I could sense that.
“Like diva” I grinned with a broader smile giddily, fluttering eyes and tucking my long locks behind the ears.
He shyly smiled.
Everything was so opposite and so expected.
“Thanks” I finally blinked twice, chased by careless whisper followed with a little giggles.
A strange hiccup and I suddenly felt twice shy.

He stepped forward, I stepped backed simultaneously.
Eyes didn’t blink at all. Everything was so still and silent.
Heart-beat was so visible in sound. Sure adrenalin hits. Blame the Godiva truffles!

“You smell like a bouquet of flowers,” he traces and said.
“I spilled a bottle of perfume over the dress,” I murmured in between the hiccups playing with my hair, twirling it around my fingers and those brushing it back again and again with my hands absolutely unconsciously.

...a single  feather touch and he touched mysoul...

Soon it felt like whispering sound of the water-fall running over the earth. The gravel counters and obeys the rules to water accepting it as the two thaws out into one another. As his fingers fluttered around my shoulder, I felt like putting my arms around and pulling him closer holding his collars.

Our beginning was certainly an end soon but I'm glad that our ends have met, creating a long-lasting bond turning into glorified beginning.
Yes! A single feather touch and he indeed touched my soul for sure!

His reserved stare in those spectacular looks,
respected my yearning for gentle and refined tenderness...
“You look so gorgeous while you blink and watch me between those tiny locks bushing your face,” he brushed softly his hands against mine cheek, then cupped the face and pulled kindly closer. He was well pepped up with full of adoration.

I wished I had said, “Stand by me in a journey of reinventing love...”
I would've listened the rhymes in the breaths..
Ahhh!!...I could've held his hand,
I would've felt his smile near the slope of my cheek,

With a little hesitance for a fraction of second and flashed the words flowing after...
“Let’s dance” I called joyfully.

“I thought, “Archie and Veronica should share their first dance to "Sugar, Sugar", speeches on philosophies are made on the rims of champagne flutes, Godiva truffles are relishes, and the bouquet is tossed with a spilled perfume bottle on a new charming dress!”

“Yeah,” he laughed.
It was sort of weird. But I was so unpredictable, moody and witty at the same time. It was one this thing about me that he loved the most. And his this unconditional acceptance was one of the thing that drive me crazy that I could get on my knees for sure instead of asking other way around.

“Profess: I’m in Love” I repeated in my mind! With a tiny tear trickling down again on my cheeks.

Again! Yeah Again!!!

I wasn’t sure why was I crying now. It was a moment of celebration to be grateful to the serendipity that brought two souls as one in a very special sacred way...trying together to discover the lost amity, beauty in thoughts and depth in bonding.

He gently wiped the tear away.
“I love you more than I love myself” I exclaimed eagerly.
He busted into a loud laughter.
“I’m glad sometimes you think more of me than I-me-myself,” he said with a wink and embraced tightly placing a sweetest of all, a kiss on my forehead, slowly murmuring “my sweet little pampered princess!” Some people just never change. He is still such a positive charm and I still like to pretend as an adopted princess. He have no problem, for pretty-poetic-pampered one for that matter possibly!

“Ting! Snow-white is now with her prince and her smile shall sparkle the world only if the prince places lightly his lips on strawberry lip-glossed lips. Last winter been silent and weird yet this winter is warm and full of sweet words chucked with swirl of coffee!

They say,
““Love Stories does not have a happy-ending
Could be true...
But...True-Love-Stories does not end in itself
They ignite many souls!....(I hope I did tickle yours with this story)
And blaze in itself eternally for the couples in love...(toast to: everyone in love...and one who still is searching may find someone-special soon to share..AMEN!)
Eternal Love Stories...Crossing centuries to complete and comprehend the circle of love!”

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