The hands of the clock almost moving to join, personifying themselves to be US; when I was smitten by this most beautiful feeling in this world...L O V E!
The shore is crowded...people so active at this hour too! Children, the most amusing example of nonexhaustive energy still running after the balloon seller and the rides waala man! The parents and their parents enjoying india's most popular and world's best junk food - no prizes for guessing...its Paanipuri!
But hey hey hey...its 1130 now and i can't waste time on these side lines...
How can I, when I didn't that time too...hardly able to hear the noise around because...on this moonlit night I had a friend along and a guide too.
The friend is definately a live manequine, and the guide is all scintillating in the moon's light, making those serene sounds while sweeping the shore and breaking the heat with the cool effect on the air around. This is the sea.
The friend's voice seems to be all in sync with the melody of the sea waves, no wonder the noise around seems so alien.
And as I watch d reflection of the moon on the waves, they collectively seem to be telling me:
Realize now Karun before its late...she is the one!
And before I could realise the same.....
No no it certainly wasn't a dream. I realize that its 1145pm...and we are still walking and chatting...actually am just listening. about?
Her childhood, her crushes, her embarassing moments, her first relation and her true self hidden behind that tough exterior she poses to be...
Aah...I agree to thee, moon and also to thee my guide...I love her.
10 min more...does she or doesn't she?
A silence is an unexpected visitor...'coz I don't realize that I had been asked a question, and she's awaiting an answer...all lost, it took me a while to come back into the real world.
Yes, the real world isn't that rosy, not until she too feels the same for me.:-)
And suddenly, a little boy selling roses pulls me by my shirt's sleeves...
Asking me to buy one for the mam...O I love you so much, was my instant reaction to his offer...but I just smile, pay him a 5 and buy that 1 rose.
Should I or should I not? The hands of the clock on the building across, also seem to be pushing me.
So, I gather some courage...
kneel down
and close my eyes tightly...as if to say a prayer in the church. And say:
'HApPy VaLenTine's Day!'
And move my hand towards her, ofcourse it's carryin the rose.
And as I open my eyes almost certain to see that acceptance smile, she isn't there at all
But I hear the soothing voice from somewhere: I wouldn't have chosen you for this walk n talk in anyother case, you idiot!
And its twelve! Our hands join too...
She says: What's with the Valentine day though? Its twelve midnight but its certainly not 14th Feb!
And I tell her...how the rose was symbolic of valentine's for me and so the dialogue...
The clock and its hands, still tryin to b our hands, not ready to move on...
The sea waves sound more relaxed and in peace now as the moon's reflection on them give it a distorted look as though its smiling and all of them blessing me. Aah, finally our lad has done it...hez not alone.
I know these are all the messengers of that soul doing and prayin all good for me:thanks Maa. Muah!
And we continue walking and talking...
Keep d faith...
Karun.
DISCLAIMER: Please note, the incident, the date and place are all fictional. Resemblance to any person living or dead OR place is purely coincidental.
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