Valentine's Week:- Propose Day

You got me sipping on something ,I can't compare to nothing
I've ever known, I'm hoping ,That after this fever I'll survive
I know I'm acting a bit crazy ,Strung out, a little bit hazy
Hand over heart, I'm praying ,That I'm gonna make it out alive…

The bed's getting cold and you're not here
the future that we hold is so unclear
But I'm not alive until you call
and I'll bet the odds against it all…

She kept humming these lines. There was sudden rush of blood inside her body, she had butterflies flying in and out. She couldn’t believe it was real, she dreamt a lot about this day, now which seems surreal. It had been almost a year since he left but she remembers every second spent with him. His memories were the only thing that kept her going.

 You got me scattered in pieces ,Shining like stars and screaming
Lightening me up like Venus ,But then you disappear and make me wait
And every second's like torture ,Hell over trip, no more so
Finding a way to let go ,Baby baby no I can't escape….

He was returning. Finally. She made herself comfortable on the couch and started reading her pages of life inked with red. She closed her almond shaped eyes, replaying pieces of their conversation and got tranced to that very day, they became one…

 She was a novel nerd, an old loneliness that nothing could wipe away .She lived sometimes in black box of memories and unanswerable questions. He was a dreamer, a believer and a doer of impossible tasks. A paradox, faithful yet detached, sociable yet loner. Together they were gentle yet tough, passionate but also platonic; predictable in their unpredictability; an appetence in short.

26^th march, 2012.

Saturday.

“For everything, absolutely everything, above and below, visible and invisible…

Everything gets started with you and finds its purpose in you...”

He was on his knees, ragged torn jeans and white shirt- her favorite one. He looked handsome as hell. A bunch of novels ,gift wrapped, with a small note on each of them, he held with his muscular hands, right in front of her in the middle of a cafe.

“You were made for me and until you understand that, life will never make sense…”

Her heart had raced like a wild horse left in burning jungle. She looked lavishing in floral dress and a black framed glasses. She had never expected this to happen, wonder he had been behaving odd from past month!

 “On a shameless night in a nameless place, I thought that love was a hopeless case till I found you. You don’t know what you give me, you don’t know what you make me…”

She could see his eyes diluting, she could feel his aura getting bright. They both were sweating the fragrance of love. It was pinnacle of her life.

 “you cast a magical spell and ignite the passion in me to do everything with new energy , thoughts strike me like a lightning bolt , only if I had realized ‘us’ earlier , to wipe away your sorrows and tickle you while gazing those night skies, to ruffle your hair as dark as coal.”

“I want to cherish every second spent with you and keep them aside in a chamber of my heart, to which only you will have the key. So … miss bookworm, would you like to be the queen of my heart?”

The way he had looked into her eyes that moment made her believe in every letter he had uttered. That was then she had realized her care as her love for him. She had stepped close to him, made him stand and said “do you realize what you just said? What it means?” “I had been practicing whole week”. She giggled. She saw those eyes seeking and asking her to believe him and said “Let’s sit on the rooftop till 2am and introduce me to the interiors of your heart”

In solitude, they had discovered the love that might otherwise pass unnoticed. In solitude, they were able to realize the worth of them.

Somewhere far she heard something ringing. Few seconds past, she realized she was teary when she opened her eyes to walk towards the door. Someone had arrived.

Vitasta