Silent Talk of love

It was a windy Saturday morning of December. Puff of cool air brushed my face while I leaned out of my balcony window. Sipping on a hot cup of tea, I waited for its magic to kick start my otherwise dull weekend into an enliven day.

About 10.30 in the morning, some loud whooping from the neighbourhood caught my attention, making me intrigued as to who has come. Do I ask mom? I thought and then refrained as my sister who had read my mind provided with an explanation.

“A guest at Aunty Bakshi’s house. A cute girl” My sister smilingly whispered so mom could not listen. On the spur of moment, I decided to get ready to visit their house and calm my anxiousness.

In a few minutes I was at the Bakshi’s door. My eyes were eagerly looking out for the angel who has cast her spell on everyone, but she was somewhere inside. I kept talking to Aunty Bakshi and others in the house, hoping for her to come out anytime soon. Her description had already made me desirous to meet her.

My wait was fruitful, for after a while she came out and honoured me with her presence. The moment I saw her I fell in love with her, just like everyone around who had become her slave. She was adorable, beautiful and cute, but that was the least thing about her. That slight dip in her cheeks when she smiled made her look prettier. Oh! And her eyes, I never saw such dark eyes with so much light in them. An aura of freshness in her presence was the reason behind all cheers inside my heart. I knew then, that I could keep looking at her for ages and never get bored.

As a guest, Aunty Bakshi’s place was new to her so her face was flushed with excitement and eyes were still trying to figure out the strange surroundings.

Even though everybody was around, I couldn’t stop myself and stepped in to greet her. As usual with girls, she kept silent, but that didn’t deter me. She gazed at me in amaze as if I was a street ruffian or a vagabond. Initially, she didn’t even bother to notice me, but after sharing a few awkward smiles, I got her to at least look at me. The confidence in me roared with every passing minute and so I attempted to hold her hand to say Hello. I was taken by surprise with warmth in her soft hands and sleek fingers, but soon she pulled her hands back. She still didn’t talk a single word to me and all I could do was try to read her actions. My patience was soon wearing off and so I made another attempt to hold her in my arms. Never did I feel so lucky, when she showered her gorgeous smile on me. Hesitating, I planted a kiss her on her forehead and succeeded too, but you know what? She still couldn’t speak a word to me.

Well, wait !! Have you been wondering what is happening here? Let me clarify. All I am talking about is the 10 month old niece of my neighbour J

Flaming Sunshine

Venerate the glory of the glistering sunshine which abolishes the frequent corollary of darken nights. It gives out second chances to brace the ray of divine light from long old darkness for which it long awaited. The remorse of old times has buried its all guilt.

Slightest whispers in awaken ears feels like loud whooping sound of ovation. The sky is busy spreading hues of blue cheer; its one lost color now gleaming bright as if finding his true spirit. Invisible is now visible. Glory has started returning to its own kingdom.

                       

Semblance of sun had haled the sound of the sky, once a mumble is now loud roar.

Seeing these, I got courage and I called out my old companion, reminding him of good times when we enjoyed the rain together, it was the first greet of the morning for which they waited all night long. Just to say “HI” was no more than a reason but to have glimpse of each other again.

“Do you remember? Of course you do, for in your eyes I see the agitation of my tormented face clearly visible. When I was waiting for you to return, the anxiety of responding back to me on every night. Your blooming face every time when you saw me. All of these cannot be any less than brilliant companionship.

Do you recollect? Then what are you afraid of? Do you fear losing or being wrecked? If you must, then only lose one thing – let go of that menace which is bulling your happiness. If you had to ever compromise your choice, always choose bliss over sorrow first. Dreadful tides are present in our minds for which we are frightened to brace the creed that has always taken care of us.

Let’s go with the flow, Let’s enjoy some time together, who knows may be some time will be long enough for lifetime!. “

Voice came from my companion, It Takes Time!!” to heal , waiting is my duty, responding is yours, and that one thing has taken away all my misery, my faith is still alive, the life is still alive in my fantasy, beam of love still blowing our hearts, and the angst of result does not despair me anymore!!