[12:09 pm]
spring of love.
Ashwin had never experienced love like this before. He was always unlucky. He had never gotten the things he had struggled for. He would've put his 200% but no one noticed him, no one had cared. But the moment he met her, everything started flowing in like a stream of water through a path of thorn. She was the medicine to all his wounds, she made him stronger.
Maybe that's why he felt so moved, watching her walk up to the stage. Wearing a brilliant red saree, at their wedding. Even without the sarees and jewels, Ashwin thought she was the most beautiful woman on this planet. But seeing her like that, surrounded by the people he loved, he felt like he finally had found some meaning in life.
For him, Sivaangi was his world. He saw the world, through her eyes, through her dreams. She had an unique way of looking at people. Which is why he considered him so lucky for her to look at him as the love of her life. He was lucky to have her trust him. He wished he could freeze that moment, the moment where he silently promised to himself that Sivaangi was his beginning and end now, there was no day he would want to not wake up next to her, and not a day where he didn't want to fall asleep with her in his arms. If he could, he wanted to be with her in his dreams as well, not parting for a moment.
When she looked up at him and winked, he fell in love again. Every blink and movement of hers, made him fall in love.
It was funny, actually. Before they were together, it felt like everyone else he saw or talked to anyone was pointless. It felt useless. Back of his mind, he always knew it was Sivaangi who he would end up with. It was so surprising to him, he just knew that it was her. It was always her, and it will always be her.
If his life was a never-ending winter, the moment he met her his days of spring started, flowers of love bloomed and they would never wilt, because if he was water for their love, she was the sun. Their love wouldn't exist without her or him.
And the moment he tied the mangalsutra around her, the flowers of his garden bloomed like the first day of spring, basking under her sun rays, flourishing around their world.
