Scene 476 : Long wait and the Park meet...

Time 4:00 Pm
It would have been a little more than calm and a lot lesser than a crowd. It was the time and place where young minds find time to swing around, slide down and probably experience their first “fall” in life. They decided to meet at the road along the park; first time after the return of the girl from her tour. A moment past four, she was there and he was not. This is when she knows he would have slept off. He has invited a well-organized argument once he wakes up. She carried on to her evening class.

Time 5:00 Pm
The park started to crowd, the sun went down and the light across the sky started fading out.

Time 6:00 Pm
She raced the time. He came from behind at a normal deceleration and he stopped close to her. The moment lost the grip before the smile on both their faces bloomed. The eyes conveyed that this is where they belonged; this is where their sights rest.

“What”, the girl asked with a smile. She knew that it was not a question; she knew the meaning behind his smile. The guy replied, “Nothing”. Quite obviously, they wanted to listen to each other’s voice.

For few moments they had their private conversation that includes loads and loads of smiles until the guy said. “Guess you had good food during your trip”.  This is where the guy’s so called innocent care goes nowhere. “hhaaaaaaaaaaa” of course a girl never expects such a statement from his guy, or rather it is in the rules that never a guy shall comment on a girl’s perimeter.
He tried nullifying the statement but it was too late to say “no no, I didn’t mean that”.
And that went for a while.

“I asked you to come out of your class” he said.

“I can’t walk out whenever I can”, she replied without a time to think she added “and you slept, and that made this meet less important for you”.
With all the confidence he said “I took off from work for this, and you can’t bunk a class”.
“am gonna slipper you for taking off, did I ask you to?”
Replies like this make the guy go dumb. He thought he had the upper hand, now he doesn’t know where he lost it. One thing led to another, and she was in tears.

“Now don’t cry” here is the deal. To say this, the guy has to look for three things, the tone he use, the modulation, the attenuation. Everything means the same, but everything works distinctly, where he
failed in all three. He just imitated.

She took off, and he stood there alone, wondering. After sometime he texted here “ am waiting here hoping you would come back”. She did come back, but to say “start home”.

The magic between a couple lies behind the usage of non-apt words to console each other. He started pouring words hoping to replace the tears in her eyes and within moments her smile was back.

She started telling stories about her trips, where she went, where she was, things she did, the new ideas she got about the people she knew before. Whatever she said meant nothing to her, and still she did tell him, cause the time she spent there is the time she never wanted to miss with him and all she could is to let him know what she did with the time apart from him.

Finally they decided to leave. The meet had to end. Something they never wanted. They knew it is gonna begin again, and they knew they are gonna be there again, but the park had to wait. The park has a long wait until they meet again.

the "soul" speaks...

Do I really exist? People usually point at their heart to point me, but technically all it does is pumping blood. Definitely I am meant to do or my existence means more than that. My birth lies at the edge of the shine’s rise and at the shade’s fall and the vice versa. To break it down, I was born with her. She gave me the identity or rather a living form. She saw me, spoke to me, listened to me, and did everything to bring me alive. The beholder of mine believes in God, God stays in me, and she created me, so what is the deal, she is not the God, she is the desire I asked God. Confusing is it? I am a complex form.

The dreams were my reality, rather I chose it be. I had the chance to live the world my way, and she came, she brought the reality from my dream, she laid the way to my world ahead of me. As days passed she added memories, gave a mass and the cleansing solution coating fragrance to me, finally here I am, looking at you through words you already know. I am never cold. Ever hot. The presence of warmth throughout me is because she was all over me.

“ <3 “I admire the symbol. Lesser than “3”! True! It takes “2” people to create one and she created mine. She is the everlasting song in me, she is my infinite depth, she is the soul in me. I don’t have an eye to see, ear to listen, mouth to speak, like wise I have my own purpose, or I don’t have a purpose, I am the purpose, she is my sight, she is my sound and she is my word.

 Sixth sense, I never compete with that guy, he works with an ideal logic with two extremes, well I don’t work with logics, I differ from the ideal, the space she takes goes beyond the extremes, I would prefer being not ideal and that’s the ideal condition. “All is fair in love and war” not fair to compare, war ends, and love doesn’t, she inscribed in me.

Who is she? What is the deal with that “she”? I have almost mentioned 20 times and never disclosed it. That makes the difference between you and me, where I can keep on listing “she” is the reason where you will never know who she is. She is someone whom I found and there is someone out there for you, when you find, you will know the number of times you look out for “her”(him :D) in a moment.

the "seconds" speaks...

“Prologue.

This is when I wonder how even a short moment with her could have such an impact on me….”

And we took a stand at an empty parking space. She rested on her two-wheeler and I rested in front of her. The darkness pooled all around us; the shades from the street light added effects to her features; the silence around amplified the sound of her hums, and above all her eyes were fixed on me. My eyes met the boundaries of her hair; the thoughts filled the shelves of her expectations, and the reflex of comfort sustained throughout. I left the hands in my pocket, still consciously being gripped by her presence. I fixed my feet on the ground, but I could barely feel the downward pull as she kept me off my feet.

I finished the last word of a conversation that started from nowhere, it was her turn. And then, she raised her lips, the moment could not have got better, her eyes opened wide, the moment got brighter from better, she tilted her head at an undefined angle, shifting the moment from the brightness to the clear path, and a strand of hair floated on mid-air, taking away the moment along with it to nowhere again.

An innocent sound conceived from her, she calls it as a response, which never makes sense to me, but managed to convince me all the more. I realized it not about the reply she gives, it is about the pitch she chooses to converse in, the trajectory of her hand that arrests my eyes, the right proportion of emotions she mixes and the fact that, whatever she says is going to make sense.

We knew we were alone, we knew we had no one watching out for us, we knew the world is below us, and we knew we had nothing to worry about as long as we are “we”. I saw my shadow falling apart, I took a leap to notice that it fell beside hers; this is where I am privileged to say “even my shadow has fallen for you”.

I looked above, I looked around, I looked at her, I looked above, I looked around, I looked at her, no matter wherever I looked, I know the girl is looking at me, and I know “I have seen you like you haven’t seen yourself”.

"Epilogue

Seconds passes by, no count on how many, cause I am sure the time never repeats itself, but the moments with her does. “

the "distance" speaks...

I woke up, took a wrong turn, somehow managed to accomplish my morning routines and took a peek out of the window. The picture has changed. My thoughts tried climbing the fence, wandered around looking for its match, But all in vain. As a few moments passed, it started to sink into me that she wasn’t within my reach. I still can’t remember the instance I decided to take step to be apart, or that is where my quota of ‘losing my mind’ fills in. Packing clothes has never been a problem; a random pick by my hands, not my mind! And this is where an engineer’s brain malfunctions. Taking into the considerations the flair for compact machines, there couldn’t be a compact back pack to take his girl with him! The mass, weight and the presence of air couldn’t be compressed.  

I sent a “Bye!” and she redirected it to me. We both know the bye is for the home and not for us. The driver ignited the engine, drrrrrrrmmmmmm, the bus started vibrating, not cause of the engine, but cause of my heart beat. It pounded faster than normal trying to fast forward the whole trip. But, failed. I sent “Leaving! “And by now you must know for what the message was… (the “leaving” was for Chennai and not for us”). The bus left the city. The points took its steps down, the punch line” wherever you go, our network follows” vanished in thin air, or maybe it follows “you” and not the bus. I moved the phone to all possible perimeter, circumference, diameter and area, not knowing the concept that the mobile towers never had the mobility. At last, the time convinced me to sleep. I woke up under the same sun, under the same sky, on the same state, everything was the same, but the fact remained, she wasn’t at my reach, and thus the sun, sky, state felt new, felt lost.

The word “miss” felt obsolete.  I was able to tell her I missed her, I missed her presence, but nothing actually conveyed what was actually missing. The right words would have been.. I am “nothing” without you. I always wanted to be a super hero as a kid, to save the earth. But this time, I wished I was a super hero, not to save earth, to fly towards her, yeah, a super hero to  save himself.

The day(s) went blank and the return ticket seemed to add a lot colours to the blankness. I boarded the train, tadak….tadak….. not the heartbeat, it’s the train, starting to vibrate in every possible slow beats, starting the countdown to increase the distance by time, where I wished the factor could be unity. Well, one has to abide by the laws of “ time” and “distance” to reach what he deserves, I am done with those to reach Chennai, but not with her.