IMPRINTS of LOVE!!!

Once upon a time,

On a Sunday morning exactly in the mid of the month June, few years ago, in the gleaming city of life, there happened a meeting of two souls,

Who later walked together in the path of one journey called LIFE…………………..

A young lad in his early twenties; a person who was impatient to the core, an enthusiastic singer with roots from the lands of India. A person who can turn any world’s beauty with his sheer handsome looks and well fit stature arrives at the city of love “Paris”, not in his wildest dream did he imagine meeting his lady love there….

Travelling from miles away, just to establish his talent as a singer, quite unsettled with the new unfamiliar city he quickly grabs his baggage, puts them in the trolley and inhaling the breath of fresh air of the new city, heads towards a car which was waiting for him at the exit….

He quickly composed a song for the new city of love and goes on humming and whistling it, thinking of a new leash of professional life he is enthralled to enjoy forever….

Little did he know he will quickly succumb to the Cupid’s arrow

As he was walking with his earphones on and quickly pushing his luggage trolley, dreaming of his future in the singing world - he collided!!!

Literally!!!

He collided, as he dashed with a dazzling beauty and which landed him on the floor…

That very moment his whole world froze as he laid his eyes on the pretty lady. A lady whose beauty cannot be described in words, whose level of attraction cannot be measured…

Wearing blue skinny torn jeans with a black shirt, her short red hair brushing her clear fair complexion face, with a glittering pink lip shade on her lips, sunglasses covering her eyes, that was like a magic spell…

As they accidentally bombarded onto each other although it was pure destiny. They landed on the floor succumbing their world into complete silence amidst the noise of flights taking off, amidst the lights blinking around them, amidst people gazing strangely at their fall . Nothing was seen, nothing was heard…

Minutes after the fall, while our hero was still awestruck, Our heroine with her aqua blue painted nails and tender hands quickly collected her canon camera, her paintings and bags from the floor and randomly removes her sunglasses and brushes away her hair over her face.

The much awaited meeting happens…. He gets caught at the glimpse of her sparkling blue glazed eyes…..

His heart misses a beat…

It was like striking a chord in his guitar and the whole tune flows smoothly which brings out the elixir of life.

Isn’t it magical when eyes meet, everything about their soul gets revealed, it is so true that the eyes are the windows to the soul…

“The eyes are the mirror of the soul and shows everything that seems to be hidden; and like a mirror, they also reflect the person looking onto them.” These thoughts were ringing in his head, as he gazed at her blue glazed eyes….

When our hero was in his magical heartfelt moments, our heroine quickly gathers her up, grabs her things and without even an eye wink at our hero rushes to her cab.

Little did she know she was a thief, stealing a young man’s heart….

Off she goes carrying two hearts away….

It took some time for our man to realize he had fallen down on ground apart from falling in love, it was indeed love at first sight for him. Gathering the courage to pull himself up from the fall and sensing some loss in his being, he moved away in sudden shock and a varied list of unanswerable questions, he passed the arrival scene with wonder….

“Hello, this is Maria Zoloto” a voice announced at the reception of Le Royale courtyard Hotel, Paris. Settling her luggage at her designated room, she grabs a cup of lavender white tea and takes a stroll at the garden of love nearby.

As she hums a fine tune which was just created by the very being of the lovely place, she heard a distant music.

Her humming and the distant guitar tunes make a conversation and she falls in love with herself and starts to dance to the tunes.

A soft masculine voice singing at a distant land bringing her tears of joy and other emotions. As she goes on a whirlwind of emotions listening to the enchanting music, a song which she had never heard of before, A flock of scenes revolved before her eyes.

She was in a hurry to catch a cab in the airport, by mistake collided with a person and fell down, vaguely remembering what would have happened to that person, feeling bad that she never had sympathy towards the person..As all these images brushed before her eyes…

Unknowingly she picks up herself from the place she had seated and moves over. Like a leaf caught in the breeze, she breezes herself absolutely mesmerized by the distant tunes and a magical voice.

As she traversed the place in search of the singer, the long awaited moment happened.

In a fraction of a second their eyes met,

Without even a single word spoken between them, there was exchange of words through the eyes.

Without even the physical bodies getting any closer, there was exchange of love….

There was an exchange of feelings with just a glimpse that electrified between the gazing eyes…..

Even before words were expressed, there was an exchange of emotions.

Tears of joy rolled out of her eyes and it was equally matched with the guy’s soulful tears.

LOVE HAPPENS

“Well I’m not sure if the theory of soulmates exists, is it really true that God has planned to create one soul just for two beings. Can two beings reside as one?… It’s just a theory I don’t think that even happens in today’s world, complete nonsense!”

“Its so stupid to think that everyone is born with a partner for them. It’s just a glorified concept by some fools who want to entertain us.” A feminine voice uttered in the air

“LOVE never happens” she whispered. Dressed in an orange and blue printed Indian attire, sitting in a yellow colour painted walls of a kitchen. She was occupied knitting something with threads on a piece of cloth.

“It’s all a dream, the romance and love, it’s so surreal and a thing of past. It doesn’t exist anymore” she was annoyed

She leaves a long sigh and gets immersed in her embroidery work.

At that moment the pressure cooker whistle went on and on. Without paying any attention to the sound of the cooker whistle, she was busy knitting something.

It was a bright Sunday morning in mid-June. The scorching sun whose rays were piercing the Indian kitchen through the windows that created a dramatic effect that glorified the whole kitchen like a vibrant art piece.

“Years have rolled by, all the fun and love have….”tears rolled over cheeks as she recollected how she was years back.

“Do you even remember the first meeting ?” She was asking her husband who was sitting outside the kitchen window.

“Those days were so lovely. Do you remember the first gift you bought me?”

Not getting any response from him for any of her questions, she gets upset and with a slightly stern face, she spoke“ You are not bothered to even give a response to me”

“I remember those days when you paid attention to every single word I spoke and waited for me all day long. But now….” she paused and landed herself up in tears as she saw what her husband was up to.

A scene depicting her kitchen where she with her long plaited hair is busy knitting, the sun’s rays from the window falling on her face which entirely lights up her beauty. The shining kitchen tiles behind, the beautifully placed carpet on the floor, the reflecting utensils, even the pressure cooker with the whistle on, everything was realistically painted by her lovely husband.

It was so realistic…

“This is so lovely!!! What a talent!”

“Were you making this painting for me?” her eyes sparkled with joy as she looked into his eyes.

“Is this the reason you din’t respond for hours and kept yourself away from me”

“But when did you learn to paint ?” She was astonished

Suddenly she remembers her upcoming wedding anniversary around the week. “Oh….was this supposed to be surprise gift for me? A gift for our forthcoming anniversary?” She looked in awe.

She recollected how her impatient, impossibly messy lover has turned over the years into a matured, patient, loving husband.

“It’s so lovely, Such a wonderful gift. Do you love me so much? I was wondering whether you even admired me like our earlier days. But this painting stands as a proof as to how much you love me and adore me.

Im really really very lucky to have a life partner like you!!! I’m so lucky!!!” she spoke as her eyes moistened.

“NO” finally her husband breaks his hours of silence.

He brought out something from the kitchen and showed it to her

“See this, even without you realizing it, you have been knitting my name ‘DEVA’ with these threads all through the morning and amidst all the busy household chores and noises around.

This shows how much you think of me, how much you love me and your love for me is unmatched. Am i not more lucky than you!”

“How a modern dashing beauty from a foreign land, who knew nothing, transformed herself completely into subtle, traditional, soft and kind hearted beauty just because I love it this way. Over the years you transformed me into a loving soul and made me realize my value. Among us, I am the luckiest indeed”

“Years have rolled by, we have completely changed, our situations have changed, the people around us have changed, things have changed. But our LOVE for each other has only MULTIPLIED! Remember this always and never doubt my love for you.” he spoke in a soft tone.

“And this is the evidence of OUR LOVE” he spoke as he placed the beautiful embroidery piece and the painting next to each other.

Joyful tears rolled as their eyes met again and yet another unforgettable sweet memory in their love journey!!!

“There is a competition among this couple, well that was not ego clash but a challenge to make their spouse the luckiest. Making the other person lucky with unconditional love is their secret to a successful relationship!”

— — — — — — — — — Crafted with love by Shree Kavi — — — — — — — — — —

Image credits to PINTEREST