“The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions.”
Time has almost stood still for me in that night, this girl of ten years, this vivacious teenager, the little matured girl still having childlike enthusiasm were rallying in and out of my sight.
“Hi” a coy demure voice of the same twenty three old ringed in my ears. And as I looked at her, I saw her innocent face and luminous eyes sparking brightly and a beautiful crimson and roseate tinge is radiating from her. “What’s up?” Inquisitiveness was killing me. “I am in love, yes, for the first time in life, I am in love and it all happened at the first sight, just as I had thought and dreamt all these years.” “Really? You are in Love? But you are too young and shouldn’t you be concentrating on your career at the moment young lady” I said with a tone full of authority. “But where is the conflict between having a great career and falling in love? I know my will and wish and I know how much I love him.” She said, super confident, blooming and basking in the extolment of first love, her fantasy of Love at First Sight has finally touched the realms of realism. I smiled at her; my heart was so full of affection for this young girl who was so happy to have experienced the queerest of emotions in life.
Soon after she made an exit filling me with an exultation of delightful joy marveling how life takes a sudden turn when one expects the least out of it, I heard a whimpering sound behind me, and I turned back. “Hey, why are you weeping? You were just so happy before few moments and now this? What is wrong?” “His family won’t accept me” she said sobbing bitterly. “But why dear?” “They do not accept love marriages” “That’s lame and stupid. I mean we are entitled to choose our life partners, nobody can take that away from us” I encountered, anger rising in the pit of my stomach, as if I was hit by the blow, physically almost. “I know.” She was still in tears. I hugged her tightly, “What about him? Does he have the courage to fight for his love? Or is he backing out?” “No, he is standing right beside me, behind me and he is fighting his family for me, he won’t budge, he won’t give up.” A proud smile lightened up her forlorn crestfallen face. “Then don’t worry, he will be yours”.
And then a series of mute pictures came and stood in front of my eyes. She facing the most tumultuous harrowing times of her life fighting for her love, the young man being almost disowned by his family for the crime of falling in love, the anguish they both were going through, the promises they kept on reminding each other when one fell weak, the wretchedness of separation, the desolation of seeing each other for less than five minutes from a distance when all they want to be in each other’s arms, the torment of the young man standing in torrential rain for two hours, smoking cigarettes’ waiting to see his love once, after a long gap in front of her home and the misery and despair of his love when she was banned to meet him and could only glance at him from her window. Her heart ached with raw throbbing agony to see her man in a silhouette of darkness and rain, looking straight at her window, shivering and still waiting. She ran out of her home, her parents tried but failed to stop her and she stood in front of him, both drenched under the rain, but soaked in love and finally they hugged, he wrapped her in his strong arms and she found her harbor, her safe haven in his embrace – they arrived their sanctum of love together, while everyone and everything faded into some far away nihility, some distanced stupefaction. They were quiet, but when heart speaks who need vocabulary to obstruct that conversation?
I found myself crying too, I did not realize when my own esse was enmeshed with her. But a strange feeling of contentment and gaiety filled my agitated restive heart which was on tenterhooks up till now. I now knew these two souls were born for each other and no mere mortal has the power to tear them apart, somewhere up there in the empyrean the screenplay of their love and life has already been written, edits might happen but the essence will be the same –LOVE.
“Hello, how am I looking?” asked a young bejeweled bride draped in pink bridal finery, her lovely face, pretty and prepossessing smile creating a halo effect around me. “Oh my god! You are looking delightfully glorious my dear. So happy to see you this happy. God bless. Finally the lovers will take the seven vows of marriage and lifelong companionship till the eternity.” I could not take my eyes off her radiance. “Yes we will and you know I am waiting for that moment when he adorns my forehead with that pinch of vermillion.” She admitted coyly. “I know, been there done that.” I lectured.
“Doctor, please come soon my wife is under tremendous pain, please do something” cried out the young husband, seeing his wife in labor pain, about to give birth to their child. He was running behind the stretcher in which his wife was wheeled in towards the operation theatre, he did not leave her hands till the last moment and whispered, “I am waiting for you both, please come back safe to me.” And the doors were closed in front of his eyes. Anxiety covered his mind, he wanted his child and his wife safely in his arms .Now I shifted my gaze inside the operation theatre. She was writhing in pain with all the shots being administered, her spinal cord being injected with epidural, I.V channels made on her wrists, yet she was waiting for that magical moment when her child whom she has nurtured in her womb all these nine months, will see the light of the world. And then she heard the most lyrical music of her life – the first cry of her baby girl, the extension of their love, her flesh and blood. “I want to see her now, please” she said in a weak voice, now drifting into unconsciousness. Her baby was placed in the nape of neck and the small one snuggled to her Mamma’s smell immediately, the bond of umbilical cord showed its divine enchantment. The baby girl gave birth to her mother by coming to this world – A Mother was Born, A Father was Born, from being lovers, to husband and wife, they now were cast in the mould of Parenthood. The moment they both still remember and rejoice.
All these moments are priceless and we create them with Life. They slip away from our hands and memories sometimes; the precise timing is often put in the back burner of our daily busy schedules. But these moments make us live again when life bog us down, gloom of hopelessness loom large and we give up. Then these moments bring back that lost smile, the happy feeling and to my utter astonishment those past moments of grief too sort of create a bond yet again.
Moments Slip Away but don’t erase them from your life, they are invaluable memories, inestimable evocation and commemoration of those parts of your life which finally shape the person we all have become now.
Shared a piece of my heart with all of you, up close and personal, the facts remain unchanged but I have taken author’s liberty in some parts.