A love story

Well its been quite long since I had written any fiction. Particularly fiction about love. You can say a love story. The last time I tried was some almost 2 years back and it had two parts and yet incomplete and then I never found any motivation to complete it. Nevertheless I want to write one again. Afresh and inspired. Fiction yet inspired. Hopefully I will complete it this time. :)

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Dark it was when I opened my eyes. I don't know what woke me up. In a blink I was conscious out of deep sleep. Unvoluntarily my hand grabbed the mobile lying by. It read 4:24 a.m. Scrolling up in the message inbox I could give the most blissful smile possible. Everything in a predefined sequence. In a delicate manner. I just take a look on my palms joined together. Trying to figure out how accurate is the curvature that my heart lines cast when joined together. Some one had told the more they are curve the more possible it is to get your dream partner. Everytime I wake up in bed I do it. Everytime. And in the memory-lane it suddenly came upon me, just like that. I was driftted to the day, the day which still wakes me up. Puts the smile and makes me joint my palms in anticipation....
(A magical day, 2008, Bangalore)- Hurriedly I looked back at her. The same face with the same smile I would dream of, to love to and to be loved by. I could not resist the desire to keep the gaze on. The next moment I remember over the coffee table, I asked her "do you believe in love at first sight?" "No" She snapped. I smiled and said then you must be believing in love at third sight, I do. She smiled, silently. "Its your third sight for me". She smiled with eyes, biting the pink lips, blushing and looking down. The moment spoke it all. The moment of love. The "yes" reverberated with out being spoken. Yes she loved me too. Then each glance of her ever, was as magical as it was then. Everyday the love grew older by age, it grew younger by the intensity. As fresh as a blooming lotus, as warm as the first sunlight of winter. I slowly hold her hand in mine. The hands trembling, the lips open, the eyes in the eyes. We lived the moment. A sudden sense of belongingness, and a sudden sense of pride took over. Us. The sight became hazy in slow motion. The image became blur to blurer. The eyes had their share of it. They are empty nomore. Filled with the drops of joy, two small sparkling drops. In hers and in mine. The moment then came on to be the most exquisitely designed. Filled with bliss, surprize, happiness, warmth and just magic.
All the imagery run thru my eyes, as I lay on the bed, in the dark, remembering each moment of it. Living each second of it. May be this is the only way you can re-live the past. But its not my past. Its my present too and will be the future also. How does it feel to live the whole life in one single day? I ask myself. And I answer back. "Its awesome". When you deliberately stop the motor of life to keep harmonising in the same lovely moments that you define for it. I have been living it each moment since then.

"Again?" She woke up saying beside me. I smiled, as she came closer to my face to have a look like everyday. I smiled, took her hand in mine, and kept the gaze on just into her eyes. "Will you share the smile with me for the rest of our life? Will you be my bride every day till we breath? Will you let my love admire you till my heart beats and my mind can think?" .... She smiled. Again. I loved it. Not again, I never stopped loving it ever. "Yes, I will. I will with all the love, commitment and sweetness of this world, will be your bride for ever." the joyous beautiful lip moved to make these magical sound in the little air between her and me.
My arms around her, my head resting on her chest, she made me sleep, and we slept embraced with the shield of love.
It never felt I am old now. It never ever felt so. My eyesight has gone weaker, but I can still see her in the dark, my ear don not allow me to over hear anything anymore. Still I can listen her voice in every moment. I am old now. But I can feel her in me. And she says she is too old to blush. But she does when she sees me.
(One more magical day, 2048) "You slept?" "Ohh sweetu let me take you on my lap, I promised you I will never put you down, its my lap that can carry just one thing over hundred pound now, and thats you." Every day we come to this park, me and my love. Its been more than 30years we are married now. And each morning I wake up and see too. and we live the same moments. Its not life we have spent together for last 30 years now. Its magic. Each morning has been same for us I wake up dreaming of her and she makes me sleep in her lap. Its a saga of love. May be this is what they call love.
And this is what we call life.

P.S: Its fiction, but a dream. Its a story but an inspired reality.

* the header design is taken from a fellow blogger friend Raji's name style :)

Truly
Abinash

Thodi der

Thodi der. How long could thodi der be? One hour? two hour? may be a whole day; eh? But its been infinite at time. A thodi der that never comes ever. The clocks show the exact same time twice, thrice, and several times more but the thodi der never turns up. And you can't do anything about it. You dont master time, you dont master the promiser. You do master yourself and and do just that. Anticipations die out. a false assurance creeps in. A assurance which seems just timely false. You know it now and you knew it then too. But you srive yourself to believe that assurance. It gives pleasure. Its what you want.
And the time dies out.

Truly
Abinash

Hope

Hope is a strange thing. It makes you smile in adversity. It makes you look up when you fall in to an abyss. And give strength when life turns back at you. But I am in none of these kind of times. So I find a new aspect to it. It keep you happy when happy days are around. Its not the good time but the hope in it that makes us feel so good. So happy. And it does not take bad times to learn the strength of hope. Good times teach you more of it. I never want to loose hope. It keeps me happy. It gets me going. And it will till I die. Thanks for making me aware of this hope. :)

Lets hope, lets be happy.

Truly
Abinash

Lonely I feel happy

Lonely evenings sips in as the over accompanied days die out. Seclude, I take refuse in the well lit, room. Finding myself comfortable on the edge of the bean bag, just with a stare at a point. The scent is spread in the room. The zincs, dazzling here and there. The creases in the sheet, the coffee mug with standing exactly at the same place. The dust coat on the TV screen ornamented with her name. The place has just been decorated with beauty. The beauty which is absolute for me. Sill they seem to others. The sound of breathes resonating the air, the movements still reflecting everywhere. The smiles I feel inside me. The magical eyes looking directly into mine. The mystic sound of the voice. And the beautiful bright face. They just fit in to create magic, absolute magic.

Lonely I feel happy.

Truly
Abinash