Yes, it had been the best phase of my life too. I was on the top of the world. Everything was exquisite, jovial and charismatic. I was happy, smiling, and stress free… Yes, I admit, I surrendered to my heart and yelled out, “I am in love…”
Her simple and gentle touch gave me goose-bumps; a single thought of her always left a smile on my face, closing eyelids dragged me towards a dreamland to see her— hand in hand walking together on the shores of the sea. Watching the sun disappearing in horizon to let the moon come out to enlighten the night with the brightness and tenderness of two hearts in love, to share a moment of togetherness in the moon-lit-night…
Moved with the effervescence of feelings I always used to land up at such a place where her voice would take me to paradise, her hug would make everything calm. The tranquil in her care and the warmth in her conversations, primed me sail to cloud nine and made me feel truly special. Her smile was the only thing I wanted to see when she was near. I had won the world and I was altogether contended within myself. I won’t feel ashamed to confess that I was mad and crazy for her!
Never able to wait for anything, I would anxiously wait for several hours for the phone to ring to hear her voice; would wait to read the replies after shooting a bunch of questions at her on the papers torn from the notebook and giving her stolen flowers that I used to pluck from peoples’ garden.
But someone has said it right ‘love is blind’! Yes, it is! In fact people have different connotations to describe this fact but I have my own to share. Mine was blind because I could never see anything apart her eyes. I could never hear anything else her voice. I could never trust anyone else her words, and I could never follow the path that didn’t led towards her; but she didn’t bother to any of them. We decided to walk together under all circumstances. We promised to stand besides each other in anomalous situations. But as luck would have it, the spring of my life became the autumn and all the dreams seen were shattered in a moment.
Walking together one pleasant day she took a step forward, but it wasn’t with me this time it was in the other direction. Slowly came close to me and said, “Baby, I think I won’t be able to continue our relationship. I am sorry but I think we need to separate.”
Speechless and surprised I was just looking in her eyes. Silently trying to understand what exactly ‘went wrong’? I was the sole mute witness of the dying relationship. No case was registered against the murderer, no arguments; no one was blamed and sentenced. All ended and I was left all alone just to curse myself for my own mistakes.
