August 31, 2014.
Arnav was walking towards the Lord Murugan temple which was situated on a hill called Tiruparankundram, near his college hostel.
In a couple of weeks, Adhithi's birthday was coming up and he had planned to surprise her with gifts. He was not the type of person to do all those birthday ceremonies such as wishing, gifting, cake cutting and treating.
He was the type that would make efforts to give something unique and meaningful, and it need not be on any typical occasion. But it was her first birthday after they got committed into a relationship, and so wanted to make it special for her.
He loved the number five, for some reason, and so he had bought five presents for her. A hello kitty soft toy, a key chain with a heart and the words 'my love', a miniature statue of a married couple, a designer jewellery set of a chain and earrings, and at last a birthday card.
He was especially talented in surprising his loved ones with gifts and Adhithi was always awestruck by his gestures, rarely as they come, but they come with such a force of Love and thoughtfulness.
With all the gifts, Arnav thought she would love every single thing that he had got her, but he wanted to sweep her off her feet. That was where the birthday card would come into picture. He was a writer, of course!
He chose a card that only had done beautiful designs on the outside and nothing on the inside. He wanted to write his feelings and gift it. Once he got to his room, he made sure he was alone as he actually skipped an important class to come to hostel. So, he was pretty sure nobody would be back at least for an hour. He sat on his study desk, put the card on it and closed his eyes.
He wanted to get into the 'zone'.
He pictured Adhithi in a beautiful long white gown, running on a flower garden in the Netherlands, possibly. She was gorgeous as usual. She came running towards him holding the gown in her hands as she did. She put her face near his, now their breaths were romancing. She was heaving because of all the running. A bead of sweat ran down her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned in. Arnav plucked a nearby tulip and slowly traced the petals on her face, down her cheeks. She opened her eyes and it sucked him inside.
His hands started writing on the card effortlessly. A poem of love, first time ever, straight from one's soul to another. Could there be any other form of purest gesture? Can't think of any!
Seasons in Love!
During the lovely fall,
My love looms tall!
As I walk with you by my side,
Rules of gravity, my heart doesn’t abide!
On the road, amidst the snow,
You become my rainbow!
The feel of your touch,
Freezes the time on my watch!
As the rainy clouds gather,
And the sea waves lather,
Your fragrance, so exuberant!
Holding your hands, I emerge triumphant.
The summer Sun is scorching,
My soul rendered parching,
With you away…
My very life would sway.
The lark on tree-branch, ready to sing,
The sound of your breath, become my spring!
Hues of melody, rising in the air,
Cascading black meadow, is your hair!
With maple leaves,
I’ll ready your crown.
In starlit dreams,
I’ll mend your frown!
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Shards of Love
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