I hold the time, Spent with you

Dear Love,

Getting married to you was my biggest dream come true. I always wanted to be your bride. This was the dream I cherished and nurtured on the possibility of being with you every moment of the day. And at last it came true.

We got married and I started relishing our moments together. Our move into new city, freed us from family responsibilities and gave us opportunity of behaving like love birds. We moved into a rented home and started our life in the new city together.

But something was missing; there was a dark hole in the bliss. The love birds carved for the Love nest. The Love nest, where there is no burden of living in someone else’s home. The place where we could always find our Love corners without justifying about it to anyone else. We lacked a relationship with our rented home. I could not accept that I cannot make any changes at the place I live. I wanted to create a heaven for you, and permissions from house owners stopped me from it. And I hated this helplessness.

And you my Love, like always, understood my unspoken words. May be you were also yearning for a place, which we could call “Our Home” and you made it sure I got this one. And you made it possible with housing.com

Though we got it on Loan, but still it is our “Home”, the place where we can feel morning sunshine, and enjoy a cup of tea together. Our abode, where we can always dance and sing together, away from prying eyes of others -   The companion, which will grow old with us.  The place, which will stay with us, without worrying about when we have to vacate it.  The heaven which we customized as per our need and didn’t ask anyone for permission about it. My home where you feel, I am safe even without you- Our love nest which we will leave for our children. Though we will pay the EMIS, but we got bliss together in our home

Love, you gave me my Home and my yearning for relationship with the place I live ended. .  I feel Safe that I am living in my home and nobody can question my decision about it. I enjoy the privacy we get and feel happy that our children will always live in their home. Whether you are at home or not, your presence is felt in every wall of my home, and my love I can feel you smiling with meAll the time I spent at our home, is   actually the time I spent with you. And I want to hold it forever.

May this three some stays forever.

Your’s only,

Bhavna

Story of Two Strangers

Story continued from Part 1 The First Sight, Part 2 After Two days... ,  Part 3 Next Week... ,  Part 4 And the Game continues.. and Part 5 The Charm...

The Admittance,

I am restless today. My back pack looks heavier suddenly. The weight my thoughts, my feelings, & my questions about this emotion between Swayam & me, is lying on that piece of paper in my bag. And it’s in Spanish. Although my friends told, that its very good compared for a beginner, & they also made some grammatical corrections, I feel very much uneasy on the idea of letting him read this. At least if he would laugh, then the humiliation would be mine alone, as I didn’t told any of my friends that I am secretly meeting Swayam after school , and this poem is for him.

We take a seat. He is chatting & I am animatedly replying, “whether to tell him or not”, my mind is buzzing with the question & I can’t breathe... “I have written something in Spanish” I blurted at last. He got surprised & then saw a rolled paper in my hand. Composing himself he asked, “I want to read this”. I give him the paper, which contained all my feelings for him, and watch as his reaction on reading this will decide my fate. My first Poem in the language I don’t know...

El que tiene el brillo de la luz solar

¿Quién es el que tiene los ojos como un sueño

A veces me encuentra, a veces me habla,

Mira fijamente desde la distancia y sonrisas

¿Quién tiene esa sonrisa encantadora

(The one with the sparkle of sunlight,

Who is the one having the eyes like a dream?

Sometimes he meets me, sometimes talks to me,

Stares from the distance & smiles,

Who has this charming smile?)

 As he reads the phrase of my admittance of Love to him, I dread that what he will tell about this. He brushes his hair with his hand, (he does that whenever he is deciding something, I have noticed that too). His smile and his next words on finishing save me from a cardiac arrest. “ Mat lab jante ho kya likha hai, aaj se yeh poem meri” I rejoice and feel that even if I get to spend eternity for him, it would be less.

O God, could I ever need anything more?

(Complete As of Now)

-Bhavna

Story of Two Strangers

Story continued from Part 1 The First Sight, Part 2 After Two days... ,  Part 3 Next Week... and Part 4 And the Game continues..

The Charm...

I threw another dress in pile. I am getting late, and I don’t know what I am going to wear. Mom came & saw the long pile of rejected dresses, & I know she is thinking I have gone mad. Till date I have never bothered think about what to wear, but today is special. We have a uniform free day today and I want to dress up, hell I want to dress up for Swayam. Somewhere my heart says that he might be also thinking the same & anticipating how I look in normal (read non hideous) clothes. And I don’t want to disappoint him today.

I rushed to reach school on time, feeling all the eyes on me. Yeah it works, my efforts have not gone in vain, and I could sense & hear every hush from the boys as I was passing taking the floors for my Biology lab upstairs. As soon as I reached third floor & saw him, I know all my efforts were fruitless. He looked breathtakingly beautiful and I could never ever match his charm. I never thought that any person could be so appeasing on sight. His smile told me, that he appreciated my efforts and I became lost in the moment forgetting everything except two of us. And the instant I knew, I would do anything to meet him at the end of school, and have our weird chat later. Pray God, our classes end at the same time.

The day was long, and as the school ended my eyes started searching him. I couldn’t find him anywhere, and disappointed I went to platform to take my bus. I was standing there alone, all buses went away, but I don’t know why my heart was stopping me to board any. Why I was waiting for him, when I knew he was still in his class. And then the sensation pulled me & I looked up to see him crossing the road to join me. What is it, the strange sensation that tells me, that he is nearby, when I feel is presence before I see him? I don’t know the name of these alien emotions.

Silently we took the bus, & I sat next to him “Aaj to heroine lag rahe ho”, his words broke the trance & I realized I was just gazing him. I smiled, and he added, “I like the dress very much, and you look very good in it.” I shyly replied, “You are also looking very good, and this color, it suits very much on you”. We were talking & then I realized that it was not possible for him to be here. “Hey, how you are here, you still had two classes today” I demanded. “I bunked them, wanted to talk to you” he casually stated Bunk...huh...Suddenly I was scared for him, in my disciplined life, I never thought of bunking any class but don’t know why his little indiscipline looked so cute. “So which classes you missed?” “Maths & Spanish” he answered. “Maths class post lunch is sleepy anyways, So I don’t feel sorry for that, but Spanish, I can’t Say. I have opted for French” I casually remarked. He made a horrified face & told, “You haven’t opted for Spanish, you don’t know how many people learn this language these days & I personally love it very much”. Though I knew not learning Spanish is not crime, I suddenly felt guilty that I am not learning something which he likes, “Oh, Actually I had taken Spanish in my junior class along with French, So I know the basics of the language, it’s  just too little”  “Hey, I was just teasing you, don’t take it seriously, but I would like it very much, if you do learn a little more” He replied.

And the Instant I knew, my stupid heart won’t allow me to sleep till I open my Jr. Spanish books tonight, and I would be restless till I phrase my feelings in the language he loves.

Continued as The Admittance....

- Bhavna