*He* We met in the most weirdest of ways. Memories of that winter morning of December still breathes inside me, fresh and crisp as ever. The morning wasnt fine for me, that day. The hangover was still swirling inside me, making me all the more nauseous. Adding to my misery was the terrible headache. It felt like a volcano oozing out molten lava, like an arrow piercing, like a hammer being rammed, like a never ending perdition. I remember walking to my balcony with a mug of coffee in my hand. That was when I first saw him. A face so jolly and a smile so warm. He was feeding the street dogs. An unknown smile played along my lips. For a spilt second, I couldnt feel anything. But I did feel the sudden upsurge in my heartbeats. I leaned over the railing to catch another glimpse of him as he disappeared merrily behind the long trail of apartments. I returned to my room, his thoughts robbing my peace of mind. Since, that day it became a routine for me to watch him from my balcony, every single day. As days rolled into weeks, I felt my feelings unfolding into something much big and pure. I knew what it was. That stupid four-lettered word called Love. Without much ado, I started feeding the street dogs too. We used to share suppresed smiles. Words didnt quite help but silence spoke volumes. He wasnt even a bit of what I wanted my man to be. But the law of nature worked and the fire sparked between us. It was one fine Saturday evening when he rang me up asking me if Id like to have dinner with him. I readily agreed and the preparation soon began for the following night. That night I had my world beneath my feet, that night our stars shone together, bright as ever. I beamed with joy when he asked me to be his in the most strangest of ways. I fell a little more for him. Days after that were filled with stolen glances and sweet nothings. I discovered a new side of him. He wasnt a man who agreed with every decision of mine, be it wrong or right but a man who argued and set me back in the right path whenever I took the wrong way. I wont say he didnt let the drops roll down my eyes, because there had been nights when we both cried to sleep. However, the very next morning we cuddled back to each other, again. He isnt the richest person around but his dreams are worth a million. He dreams big and aspires to go beyond the limits. There are certain things about him which has enabled me to look at life in a different away, that theres an other side of it too. Today after a decade, I sit here in our room sipping my coffee. I glance at the clock, five minutes to five. Hed be here any moment. I walk to our kitchen. He is already there fumbling with the vegetables. Whats wrong with you? I ask. How about preparing dinner together? I ponder for a second and speak Italian it is. Deal? Aye aye! He utters with the cutest of expressions playing on his face. I sigh and smile. Ah! I cant never get enough of him. Kiara
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 18:43:19 +0000
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