The winds blew as she kept dancing to the rythm of the winds. I looked at her for a second, and had to remove my eyes immediately, what if I cannot move my eyes at the right time?
The clouds became black, it started to drizzle. She got wet and looked incredibly beautiful just like always. Once again, just like everyday I fell for her, and once again I could not gather the courage to tell her. Tell her that I love her with all that I have, tell her that I would never let you go, but I did let her go today too. Once again, I promised myself to gather the courage to love her, to hold her in my arms and not let her go ever again. Someday, again, when the clouds will be black again, someday when she will be there with me, someday when my heart will ache enough to let the love come out from my heart. I promise, someday, I will.
*******
One fine day, we might fall apart; have no contact with each other.
Neither will there be any eye contacts or embarassing smiles, things won’t be the same, pulling your hair won’t be that easy after/if we meet a decade later. I won’t blame anyone of us, I will rather, just be happy that I met you, and will be grateful that I was a part of your life, part of such a cute, innocent, human relationship one can ever embrace with so much ease and I will smile because it happened.
I will feel grateful enough to be a part of you. Nothing remains constant, but still, you turned out to be the best thing anyone could ever have. May be one fine day we will never talk again, it will be a lie if I say it won’t hurt.
More than a luxury, you have turned out to be a necessity. You are that one glass of water that I need to sustain my life every day.
And every time I fall, you hold my hand tight enough to make me stand straight. Just like you are there for me I am there for you too. It’s not like I’ll die without you, but that I will be much better with you. And the only day I fear is the day of losing you forever.
But, one thing keeps us going, is how we love each other with our eyes open, and not blindfolded. And whatever we have, trust me, it’s too ahead of time, and it’s too good to even have a label.
*********
Waiting for her never felt like waiting.
I stand in the exact place, listening to songs and waiting for her.
There were some rare times when I was late.
As I was walking, I saw her from a distance. I was late, but I stood there to look at her.
The morning golden sun fell on her hair, making her even more pretty.
Doesn’t matter if she ties her hair, keep it open, wears a dress, or just a t-shirt and denims. She looked incredible.
I do this a lot. The days when I am late, I stand, and look at her.
Look at her standing, listening to songs and mildly dancing on the tune in the busy street.
“ You are late.”
She made angry eyes at me, making her even more cute.
“ I am not late, you are just early.”
I said.
“ Anyways” I knew what she would say.
“ Its not anyways, its anyway, just like anyhow...”
My usuals that I always say.
“ Doesn’t matter, okay?
Tell me I look pretty!!”
She said.
“ You look shitty.”
She knew I actually said something else in my mind.
As I booked the cab, I thought.
She is like that wind before the heavy rain, the sweet wind that make you feel special, make you live in the fairy tale, make up your mood even if you want to die that very moment.
I was like the boring rain without wind.
Raining, pouring water without any purpose.
The wind made the rain much more beautiful, the rain that made you feel special, made you feeli yourself in a fairy tale.
I went on telling her how much I hate her, and how shitty did she looked.
*******
There she was, far away from me. I saw her, looked at her. It started with a smile, it was heaven to look into her eyes and smile a bit more. It was something else, staring at her and wanting to stare more. She was kind, one, who could make you happy just by the way she smiles at you, or by the way she waves at you. Her silliest jokes could make you cry of laughter. It wasn’t a difficult task to fall for her, to want her. Conversations became intense, feelings became deeper. So deep, that I never knew that I was drowning in that, everyday a bit more.
Again, it all ended with that smile, waving goodbye to me.
I realised, it was a fairytale, and fairy tales do not happen.