WHAT'S LOVE

Every night, before going to bed, I wonder whether the real LOVE still exists. The Love in which you don’t have to communicate through words, you need not be physically present to feel it, in which you don’t need to try hard to express it; the love in which your thoughts are communicated through eyes, your presence is felt through heart beats; your smile expresses everything you need to say. Today you can find such love only in novels or some romantic-masala Bollywood movies. In this 21^st century Love starts with a sip of coffee and ends even before you leave the coffee shop.

One morning, I saw the real LOVE, the same love I wished to have. I don’t know their names, but I could make the unconditional bond between the couple. Every day, at the same time they would come to Andheri station. Their affection was so genuine that even in the crowd anybody could notice their LOVE. Being a gentle person, I never dared to ask their name but instead named them as Mr. and Mrs. Perfect.

As the train arrives, Mr. Perfect used to hitch his laptop bag around his shoulders and Mrs. Perfect with her fancy hand bag. Holding each other’s hand, they struggle to aboard first class coach. They had a habit of sitting at the corner window seat (Same place every day).

As the train starts, Mr. Perfect used to get back to his NEWS paper reading and Mrs. Perfect used to pull out a soft maroon ball of wool and starts knitting it in to make a sweater. After completing his NEWS paper, Mr. Perfect used to look at Mrs. Perfect and they used to exchange the smiles with LOVE. After few stops, they used to chat with each other. They cared least about their surrounding and were involved in their own unique world. They used to share the ear phones to listen to music. They laughed together, teased one another etc. It was like watching two physical bodies attached to a SOUL.

They followed the same routine, days, weeks and months passed by. Sometimes the maroon becomes the neck of the sweater, sometimes the chest. One day she even completed the right sleeve of sweater.  They were very happy and I was surprised to know the existence of pure love. Watching them, their love, and their smile had become a part of happiness in me. I had started having faith in love.

One day-It all changed; there was no Mr. Perfect, no Mrs. Perfect, and no glowing maroon sweater. I was upset. In fact every day I hoped I might see them again but that never happened. I continued with my boring life.

After about a month, I saw Mr. Perfect. I was delighted. I rushed towards him. I could only see him at the corner, standing alone. His train arrived and he hopped into the train. Weeks passed and daily I could see only him. I never saw Mr. Perfect smiling. He used to be tensed and depressed. He never sat at his usual place and always found near the entrance.

I was tired of thinking what might have happen with the happy couple. One day I could not stop myself; gathered all my courage and spoke with him for the first time.

Me: Hi, Do you remember me?

Mr. Perfect:  He paused for a minute, and then said “You are that boy who kept staring at me in the train every day.”

I was embarrassed but I had to ask. So, though had a vacant seat, stood at the door entrance with him.

Me: Why are you alone? Where is your wife, I mean the lady with whom you used to be with?

He looked away from me and didn’t answer.

Half hour passed and we still stood ideal. Both of us didn’t speak a word with each other. I was in dilemma what to do next. I was curious to know the truth and meanwhile was caged manners. Not caring about my self-esteem I asked him again, and then suddenly Mr. Perfect turned his face towards me and started speaking.

Mr. Perfect: Please, I am already worried. These days I am not myself. The lady- My wife, she passed away.

I was shocked to know and was cursing myself for bothering Mr. Perfect. After few moments of silence he spoke again with tiny drop of tears in his eyes, which he was trying hard to hide.

Mr. Perfect: She was ill, she had cancer and she was stubborn person. Though I used to object from coming along, she used to come every day; just to drop me till my office and used to return back to home. It was just an excuse; she just wanted to spend one more hour of her life with me. Due to our economic status, I could not even quit the job.

After listening to his situation I felt devastated. It was a very touching story but I didn’t cry. I dint have tears in my eyes until I noticed his chest. He was wearing the same maroon sweater, still spreading warmth to him but with the unfinished left sleeve making him incomplete forever.……

After that I never tried to search for him. Never dared to question on Love. One thing became clear to me, though our life style has changed; we still have the same Old, a Novel LOVE story exists among us.

   “We come across many people in our lives but only few cause the difference”

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She tilted her head to the right and came much closer. I was inhaling her breath, which had strange fragrance. Her lips touched mine. I could taste the strawberry (flavored lipstick). I hated strawberry but after feeling it from her lips, I started to have second thoughts about strawberry. We both were totally lost in kiss. I had no clue what to do next. I was just flowing with the flow. At this moment, I had forgotten the whole world exists.

The kiss got so intense that I was not able to breath, but who cared!!  I would risk my life for one such moment with Maya.

Our tongues were twisting one another’s. She grabbed me tightly. Even though there was no space for air between our bodies, we were trying to pull the other closer and closer. I was completely aroused now. She then unbuttoned my shirt. It made me little uncomfortable but eventually, I became more confident.

Now, her fingers were rolling around my hair. She was twisting them hard, as if she wanted me become bald. It was a pleasing pain. Though the AC was at 18 degree temperature we were sweating, which made me to undress her. Without any second thoughts, we made Love………….

The next day morning when I woke up, I saw her sleeping. I kissed her forehead and then went to make her favorite bedtime coffee. When I came back, she was still lying on the bed. She seemed like a red flower on the white background. She was sleeping like a baby asleep. Her hair strands were on her face which was disturbing her. So I went near her, adjusted the hair and put it at the back of her ears. She moved little as I touched her. Then I covered her with the blanket and thought to leave from there. When I stood up, she pulled my hand and I saw her. She smiled at me and asked “Will you marry me??” in a dozy voice as she was in half sleep.

I went near her and kissed her hands which was holding mine and smiled at her. I gently caressed her forehead with a soft kiss on it and she felt asleep again. I thought not to disturb her and so I transferred her cup of coffee to a flask. I left the flask with a piece of note on the table beside her. The note stated “Waiting for you on SEVEN HILLS”

I went to my home to get groomed. I had plans to propose her but it had to be perfect. I had few ideas of proposing for her which was my dream since I met her. I had also mentioned about this in my diary.

“Hi Diary,                                                                                                                               19/12/2008

Maya is my first and last love. She is most amazing and gorgeous person I have ever known, so it has to be a perfect marriage proposal for her. The proposal has to be perfect that in future whenever she gets mad at me, I just have to remind her about my proposal so that she forgets all her anger.

First of all: I will take her to the Seven Hills, as it is the most calm and beautiful place. Though it’s pleasing, very few people know about it.

Second of all: I will prepare a handmade greeting card with cropped posed pictures of Maya. (I had gathered few from her Facebook account and few had captured personally without letting her know about having those)

Third: I won’t sing or write some speech (as I am worst at both). I will just ride on horse, holding a bouquet of yellow flowers (which is her favorite) and will say just few words……

“Maya, I saw you on my fifth day of college and it was kind of Love at First sight. I never dared to tell you how much I love you because even I don’t know the limit of feelings towards you. I can’t promise you that you won’t have any problems in life but I can assure you that you won’t be alone to face them!”

WILL YOU PLEASE MARRY THIS CRAZY PERSON NAMED ROHAN?

If her answer will be YES then I will pull her on horse and ride together, else horse will be the best option for me to escape from there.”

Yes!! This is what I am going to execute today. I went to seven hills at 11:45 AM.I searched for the flower shop and it was just opposite to me. I went to the shop and got a bouquet of yellow flowers. I also had a greeting card with me in which I have written “Will you be my better half??” It was the same old card.

I started searching for a horse so that I can execute my dream. I was waiting for 10mins and at last I found it. It was a tall, white horse. I felt as lucky as it was the same colored horse, which I have dreamt about to carry my princess.

I felt so happy and walked towards the horse rider who was standing opposite to me. Meanwhile I heard a very pleasing voice which belongs to me. My Maya’s voice, she was talking to a kid there. She told me her answer even before I proposed her. Yeah!! She was wearing the saree which I have gifted her during my first proposalJ . I was so glad and was on cloud nine. She looked so gorgeous in that saree. She plaited her hair and was having flowers on it. She tied saree such neatly that no one can replace her beauty in the world. She had very light makeup as she was so beautiful naturally. She was holding a silver color clutches in her hand. She was just AMAZING!!! Again her smile totally took me to a different world and I was so flattered.

I heard Maya shouting my name loud and trying to indicate me something; I didn’t understand her actions first. I turned to the direction she showed her hands. A fully loaded truck was approaching towards me; I closed my eyes and felt numb for a while. I don’t remember what happen next.

After few moments I was finding tough to open my eyes, after trying hard I could see a blur picture of Maya sitting on the middle of the road with someone on her lap. My temper rose by the view. With anger I started approaching towards her, the person was bleeding. I moved much closer. The guy was well built and looked similar to me. With confusion of who being laid on my Maya’s lap, I moved closer and closer.

It was none other than ME. My heart started pounding at speed of light. My eyes could not synchronize with my mind. I was completely baffled.

Maya was holding my head and crying these words “Please don’t let me alone Rohan. Please come back. I want you Rohan. I love you and I don’t want to miss you”. She was repeating the same “Please don’t leave me” and crying. I took my hands to wipe her tears but someone behind her placed their hand on her shoulder and said “He is NOMORE”. She shouted, “Rohan I won’t let you go!!” I wiped her tears to prove their statement is wrong and to make her feel better. I was shocked that my hands were not able to sense her cheeks and I was not able to convey my words to her. I then realized am just a soul now.

The Truck had hit me so hard that in fraction of seconds I had lost my breath. But my heart was still beating for her. Looking at Maya’s words I whispered,

 I can't lose you Maya. Because if I ever did, I'd have lost my best friend, my soul mate, my smile, my laugh, my everything♥ I love You Maya, You are the ONE I need!

But to my fate she could not hear me ………

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PRESENT: (6 years passed)

The kid came near the lady and handed over a yellow flower which he plucked from nearby. She got the flowers in hands and wiped a drop of tear coming out of her left eye with her left hand.

“Mamma won’t you like YELLOW flowers??” The lady kissed the baby and said, “I do”. The kid then asked her “Mommy why do we come to this place every day??” She replied “This is where your dad lives”. The lady is none other than my Maya and the Kid is the symbol of OUR LOVE……..

“It’s hard when you miss someone but the hardest is to realize you can’t do anything about it”