Thursday, October 01, 2009

Such A Story















I am craving...for a nice, sweet, simple love story. One where they see each other and notice their hearts skip a beat. Where they steal glances at each other whenever he crosses the well where she comes to fill water. Where eventually, he gathers the courage to smile at her and she feels a thud in her chest. And the next day, she smiles, her face flushed. And this time, he feels the thud, and the thunderbolt. Where they finally meet and walk together in the yellow mustard fields. Where he plays the flute under a tree and she lies down in his lap, almost asleep, being caressed by the music and the gentle afternoon breeze. Where they look at each other and don't say anything...just smile...or may be cry. Where he fills the red sindoor in her maang, and she finds herself, completely transformed, completely surrendered to him, in that one moment. Where he goes off to the fields and she cooks for him, and waits for him. And the droplets of sweat glisten on her face when she holds up the lantern while opening the door for him. Where he sees a choodi-vendor and buys some choodis for her, smiling in his own thoughts. And she notices a missing button in his shirt and stitches it deftly, carefully, as if she could pour all the love in those stitches. Where they spend lazy afternoons alternating the hand fan between them, staring at the ceiling fan that never moves. Where she sells her bangles for his mother's medicines, and he kisses her on the forehead, both of them, overwhelmed, in that moment. Where they sit on the chaar-pai outside the house on a summer night...talking about the stars. Where the night plays its part, and the wind plays its own part, modulating their breaths, their heartbeats. Where he goes away to the city, and she waits....imagining, every moment, what he must be doing, writing a letter each day.....and keeping them safely....to give them all together when he comes back. Where he watches the moon after a long day at work and wonders if she's watching it too. Where they can't sleep the night before he is to come back. Where tears flow unrestricted in that moment of reunion until the throat gets blocked...by weird longings, belongings, admissions, anticipations.
It has been very long...since someone told me...such a story...

12 comments:

deluded said...

that was.....

really something.

i like!

was bloghopping.
loved your blog.

shall be back :)

Seema Smile said...

Sooooo sweet and romantic. I want this love story in my life... but wait I already have one, except there are no lush green fields and choodi vendors in it... the limitations of city life!

If you don't mind humour and goofiness in love stories, you can visit http:\\whereami.rediffblogs.com and read the Sookha series (in the right hand panel)

Tulika Verma said...

Thank you....everyone...for appreciating the post...it is more of a random rambling than a story... :)

@ Seema
You are lucky..very lucky...to have one in your life :)

raj87 said...

A beautiful piece because of its soul.Keep Writing,TC

IF i Were said...

u write well. u r a good story teller. this appreciation u r receiving from a media student.
all d best

Darshan Chande said...

This was very touching, Tulika :) I found it poetic too. I loved the way how it's written. All the feelings, emotions and observations displayed in just one thought. Beautiful!

I-Ore Trading said...

Read something good after a long time. Normally tied up with Politics and real issues that cocern all of us in this country of ours.

Carry on.

Cheers

Anil

Tulika Verma said...

Thank you :)

dhara said...

You are gifted I must say, you write so well .I am undoubtedly a fan of yours after reading this :)

Tulika Verma said...

Thank you Dhara :) Are you the same Dhara that I think you are?

dhara said...

Yes I think ,I am the same Dhara you think me to be :P
P.S : I am from MIT.

Tulika Verma said...

:) hahaha! thank you Dhara! :)