This post is written for the Platinum Day of love contest.
http://www.preciousplatinum.in/en/about-platinum/platinum-day-of-love
Platinum Day of love-The platinum sprinkle rekindled the hidden flame.
The ever so plodding email had the same old story everyday
of junk mails and bulk emails which did not need an eye to hurl them off to the
delete basket.
I had almost touched that little mouse to click the ever so
undesirable mails when my eyes stuck into a name, my heart had expected it in
an impetuous way, my mind had closed the doors of any startling event in my
life but my hope bubbles had again started to explode, that gluttony mind had
expected a mail from that special name.
The fresh blue outline and the name had hundred tales of hope,
of a promised land in an utopian island where my loneliness would be embraced
eternally by some ears, some hands and a few words.
I held my hands tight; my heart’s accelerated beat was asked
to keep a slow pace because it had started pumping in an unusual way and that
irritated me, coloured my cheeks red and left me a little clumsy.
I ultimately opened my email- boldly written were some
words... “My train would arrive at the station, would you be there to greet
me?"
Suddenly my happiness had eloped from that ever known boundary which I had always delineated for her, my
conventional and ever so outward austere behaviour gave me a charlatan push,
giggling like a bluff and rejoicing “hey I am so bugged with your grave looking
face, let me get off from your mask.”
Hands were shivering but had forced to reply back.
The day had arrived, we were just friends but why did he
have to come down to meet his virtual friend and why was my heart pounding so
fast to meet him, just a friend, just a soul mate with whom I had shared my heart’s
inner stories, some dark secrets, some funny tales, some unknown fears, some
weird idealism, some relished events, some cherished longings and infinite bubbles of
faith and umpteen boxes of a weird feelings which had no name.
The feeling was unique and he came all the way to feel that
idiosyncratic and vague reflex.
He was there at the station waiting for me; I was there to
meet my best friend who was virtual till that day. We spent some of the best moments....two
coffee mugs, one smile, one pizza with lots of extra cheese topped with unending giggly stories of mine,
the bumpy boat ride where he rowed and I sniffed the air relaxing, building air
castles in the lake, walking down the roads unknowingly holding hands to cross
the junction, chatting long hours near the river without the slightest meaning
of words. Life had suddenly become so meaningless yet so meaningful in every way
but so wonderfully juxtaposed with tones and over tones that screamed everywhere,
that echoed every time I met him “Yes, I am in love, yes I am in love, I
cannot deny.”
And then the basket of goodies were all eaten, the day had
come when he would leave me and I had nothing to say as we promised to be best
of pals but do best pals marry?
He went back; I resumed my old mask, back into my own den,
the dark, deep and the hopeless couch.
The next day, my
phone bell rang and I knew it was my best pal but best pals don’t make husbands.
Dreams are to be fantasized not lived. I heard that voice again....pleading him
silently in my mind “Did you not fall in
love with me?”
His words which came from that non living phone case had
enlivened me, my whole body shivered, my ears had the sweetest symphony playing
and those platinum wrapped words blessed me with a new birth... “Will
you be my wife,we shall make the best of pals forever.”
The platinum day of love had embraced me and the rest is history,
the love which came to me in that platinum wrapped spirit had proved its worth.
It’ s 10 years of togetherness, the same old coffee evening, that crusty pizza
pack and that sweet boat ride is still being lived after so many years and I
feel the same vibrations for him....as I whisper softly in his ears “Best friends do make great
partners.”
MY PLATINUM LOVE STORY....
P.C. Google.
