Till We Meet Again

It was that hazy day on an approaching winter afternoon on the bus when you nervously leaned over my shoulder and fell asleep. Soaked with a little shower, the endless sky was finally illuminated with bustling golden sunshine. Clouds everywhere, silver ones. They were glittering like the light brown iris of yours that — always sparkles in your soggy eyes. I was busy shedding the reluctant sunshine trying to reach your eyes. Moments passed by. More like an hour.

Ah, sorry I was so sleepy. How long I was sleeping like this, on your shoulder? You were so shy that couldn’t look at me, and neither could I.

I knew you felt thirsty after waking up, so, passed that water bottle to you. I saw the cheeks blushing in gratitude.

Thank you, a murmuring voice reached my ears.

Your shoulder hurts? I am sorry.

It’s alright, my shoulder is fine. No worries.

Really?

Mm-hmm. Don’t worry; how’s your nap?

The best ever; felt so comfortable in there!

A pause, again, for a few minutes. I set my gaze upon the horizon not knowing what to say next. I am always poor at being the icebreaker. You aren’t.

Moments later, you stretched your left hand and asked me to hold it, nervously. But who was more nervous, definitely it was me — I held it as if I were holding a butterfly; gently so the wings don’t get hurt. I was shaking inside and you laughed and laughed.

Sit closer, you pulled me by your side without waiting for me to decide.

That was the moment I knew I was done. I knew I had been carried out by a sudden blow to a place of no return — I am all yours, I gave my consent; in soliloquy.

From that day we shifted from the formal You to an informal you, although it took more time for me to settle in.

You put the fire ablaze; once again, with all its might, to the full potential. You set me free but cuffed my heart with yours; all of a sudden, like a gust, like a hungry falcon coming after an unguarded rabbit from the infinity and piercing its skin with sharp nails. I was yours even before I knew or I realised or I surrendered.

It all started with hope — a hope of unification like the meadow meeting its pollinator or the new sprouts coming to life with the first rain. A hope for Love that we never found, a hope for endless laughter, affection, and settlement! An enchanted Love that delivers its beauty through carefully crafted, brilliantly coloured fundamentalism of eternal togetherness.