She knows me...

It has been three years since I fell in love with her. I remember the moment I met her, wearing a salwar of milk white and olive green, gleaming happily. She instantly stuck to my life, became a part of my thought process, echoed in every living memory. I gathered courage to meet her eyes and started talking to her. It was hard in the beginning. I had so much to communicate, but would not know where to start nor where to end. She kept her patience.

She waited until my thoughts took the form of words and pegged me on to talk further. I presented her a black cum blue salwar as a token of my love, she took it with an embarrassed smile. She introduced me to her friends. Ah, her people…were they all different! She has an amazing world full of strangers that you typically find in core literature...solid individuals. They shared their lives to me, in bits and chunks. We became joyful people who bartered only thoughts and nothing else. She was not complaining.

She welcomed my newfound freedom of thoughts. I got into a job, the infamous practice where you slog for money and at rare times, justice. I could not attend to her as I earlier did. I kept missing dates, cancelled the short meet ups, at times even stopped thinking about her. Nevertheless, whenever I came to her, I was hers, all hers. She knows that I do not come to please her nor do I talk to her because I have to. I do, because I want and need to, no other reason. It has been a bond beyond words and descriptions. She still has not slipped in a word that I am neglecting her. She knows that I love her with all my might and time. Thanks, Bhavna, for your unconditional love.