Our Moments Of Love

Love is such a powerful emotion. Everyone defines love in their way. For some, love means possession. And for some, it means faraway adoration. Some believe in magnanimous gestures, but for me, love is in experiencing the simple pleasures of existence. It’s the little things, which build up true love.  It is such a simple yet extraordinary part of the lives we live. Following are bits of a story about two people whose love grew, matured, taught, inspired, and made their life, just a little bit better.

ALL CHARACTERS APPEARING IN THIS WORK ARE FICTICIOUS. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

4th April, 2012.

4 am in the morning I wake up to his call. He tells me he’s going to make one of my dreams come true. I’m down in 10 minutes and we leave. Him and me, on a scooty, off to a mission to see the sunrise at the most beautiful spot in the city.

Wind gushing through my hair, I open up my arms and take in the soothing atmosphere of the city at 4:30 in the morning. Difficult as it was, I resisted the urge to hold onto him as he rode.

We reached marine drive soon. The dawn was beautiful. My face lit up. He led me to the promenade. We sat. Not saying much, we just gazed as the stars faded away, and the fast paced city, didn't look so fast after all. He looked at me and said my name against the gushing sound of the waves. I could see the glimmer in his eyes. I could feel the smile on my face. I felt something burn inside me, something I never felt earlier. I felt a spark which would soon start a wildfire. I felt a relation which was just beginning.

22nd July, 2012.

Sitting on my balcony, taking in the pleasure of nothingness, I felt it; the bright blue sky going pale in confusion. Finally!! It’s going to rain. My heart leapt and jumped as I saw the atmosphere change. But then it hit me, I’m going to be at home, confined within four walls as the downpour embraces the city which was awaiting its arrival. My mind was elsewhere, amazed by the pleasant weather just before the storm. I get distracted by the buzz of my blackberry. It was him. We’re going to the beach, he said. It was like he could read my mind.

We reached while the clouds continued to play hide and seek. We walked to the beach and waited. There it was. The wind whipped our hair, molding it to our faces. I tilted my face, trying to catch the first rain drops as they fell upon the thirsty earth. The feeling was surreal. Our hands slipped into each other. It was as if every cell of my body had come alive, dancing with the same electrical intensity as the lightning that surged through the sky. It was just out of my favorite movie, as he took me into his warm arms. I felt happiness in its purest form. I was locked in a spell. I felt love.

13th August, 2012.

A while before midnight, we arrived at the terrace of a 22 storey building. Beer in our hand and cake to go along, we looked down as the city lights glimmered. There was no railing, no bondage, just infinity. I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins as I saw his grin. We sipped the beer, spoke, and then spoke some more.

The clock struck twelve. It was his day, the day he turned 19. I took out the cake, put up the candle. Just when I was about to light it, he held my hand. He pulled me closer, looked into my eyes, and said, ‘Together, we are better. You are so much more than a friend. You are my world, you are my everything. I am falling in love with you’. I felt a tear roll down my eye. He is so beautiful. The moment was perfection. I was falling in love too, and it was the best feeling in the world.

13th July, 2013.

The party was mad. We were kilometers away from the city, in a huge bungalow, at a faraway island. It was way past midnight, but the night had just begun. Bottles being opened, speakers being blasted and we danced like there was no tomorrow. Him, me and a couple of friends, the place was buzzing. My eyes were shut and I was lost in the music, when he took my hand. He asked me to come with him, and he led me to the terrace.

The terrace was quite big, and stranded. Everyone was down. On asking why he called me up here, he told me to not ask questions. He lay down, and pulled me down too. Unaware, yet trusting him, I lay down with my head on his firm shoulders. I looked at him, he pointed to the sky. I turned my head skyward. Looking up, I was taken over by the beauty and magic of, what seemed like, millions of stars that I saw. Some twinkling, some simply shining. I was mesmerized. I smiled at him, he smiled back.  It felt like the stars aligned to validate our love. I felt like I belonged.

26th September, 2013.

Finally! The day I had been planning since I was a little girl had finally arrived. It was my first high school prom. I had my hair done, make up on, the perfect little pink dress and to top it all, I was going with the boy I really liked.

We reached the venue a little late. He looked dapper, he looked like a man.  He led me to the ballroom, took my hand, and asked me for a dance. I gave him my hand and we walked to the dance floor. I was in his arms and we moved to the music. At first, everything seemed ordinary. We talked, laughed, and did our thing. We were sharing a joke when the song changed; it was Bryan Adams’ acoustic ‘Everything I do.’ It had always been my favorite song. He pulled me closer, he looked into my eyes and sang the whole song as our bodies moved in sync. “Tell me you love me, tell me you feel it, too.” he demanded, “I love you,” I breathed, as intoxicated by his ardency as I was by the finest claret. “You have become everything to me.”


I believe I’m supposed to end this by saying ‘happily ever after’. But no, our legend is nowhere near done. There are so many more stories to tell. I fall in love with him a little more each day. I learn something new 
about him every day.


PS, ALL CHARACTERS APPEARING IN THIS WORK ARE FICTICIOUS. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

PPS, to be continued...