"Get away from me… You don’t deserve love”, she screamed at me. It was a rainy october sunday night. She turned back, let out a huge cry and paced towards the opposite side of the road.
Three months passed by and the beard count in my face grew in leaps and bounds. No. Not love failure. I always loved the beard in my face. With beard comes sophistication. She never left me. She is with me and she never will leave me.
That night was just a slight misconception. I turned out late for what was the most important day of her life. She was performing before the most pronounced singers and from what I heard, she rocked. I had my own reasons. A thousand apologies were delivered and it turned out fine.
Friends, we were. And for a long time at the college, I had thought I was too deep in the friendzone with her. The required sparks between us exchanged when we were at the third year of our college. Music provided the gravity for our love and the strongest magnet was her voice.
Strings were my strong point. You give me a guitar and I am sure I would cast a spell on you. It was the culturals. The days spent on rehearsals were the reason for our three years aniversary of our love. Her songs would portray entirely the emotions of the songs and love caressed me through them.
The culturals ended in a high and we won the competition. She called me outside and hugged me. I cant tell the exact duration but it was a long one. I slowly seperated her. Two minutes or so of pure bliss and suddenly I had an awkward feeling. She looked at me with her twinkling eyes and it was wet. I stood there not knowing what to do next.
She suddenly went inside the hall, and returned with my guitar and her scooty key. She took me on a ride and we reached the beach. We sat on the rocks there. She handed me my guitar and ordered me to play them. I did not heed to her. She slapped me and started crying.
I was shocked. So without further ado, I suddenly grabbed the guitar and started playing a breezy song I loved. I hummed along with it. With tears in her eyes, she looked at me. Slowly and steadily, her lips widened and let out a mischievous smile. It was heavenly. I started singing louder. She shut my mouth and said, “Such a horrible voice; shut up you idiot.. let me sing”. For the rest of the song, I just shut my eyes and just gave the basic strumming. Her voice did the entire magic. The song ended and I opened my eyes.
She was there kneeling on one knee with a miniature of a guitar in her hand and proposed to me. Moonlight; her face and the cutest proposal; a poem on its own; oh my god; why would anyone say no. I nodded. We shared a hug and love overflowed between us. I had the most cutest and the best girlfriend one would ever wish.
Extremely lucky, one would say. And after about three years, even now, it feels the same. Her songs, her voice, is all that crosses my ears. I am now having dinner and she is with me beside me singing something heavenly. I was confused to why the food tasted so good even though I dont even have a hint of what went into my mouth. My eyes and ears were in full attention of her while other organs took a rest.
I asked her, “Why are you so silent these days? You only have a few words but you sing a lot. You angry with me?”. She just smiled at me and said, “Not at all dear, it is just that you love my songs more and I am giving what you love”. I agreed. There was silence.
Suddenly , the door bell rang. I opened the door and it was one of her friends. I invited him inside. I looked back and sensed she was not there. She had become more of a solitary person and avoided meetings. He sat down on the couch.
He looked at me and smiled. He continued, “So, how is life?”. I shrugged my shoulders and said,”Good”. He then looked around and after a brief pause, started ”You still working on those?”, pointing towards my guitar. “Oh yes!!.. What else gives pleasure to me other than music.. It is all I can think of now..”. He nodded in agreement. It seemed as though he was unable to start the conversation he had hoped for.
“You know.. being alone in this big house is not so good after all, especially after what you have been through.. listen to me, start afresh..You can..”, I then stopped him abruptly with a show of my hands. I knew what he was going to say. I replied, “Look.. I know.. I am just so me here. You cant change me. Happy or sad, it is always with her for me. And I am not alone here. So if you have come with an intention of changing me.. sorry…”.
He looked at me with a kind of pity. He then rose and walked off. She slowly descended down the stairs and let out a huge sigh, “This man.. uff.. leave him.. let us continue”. She then started singing and swayed according to the tune. She gently held her hand out and called me to join her for a dance. For a moment or so, I suddenly went out of impulse and stretched my hand towards her hand.
It felt empty! Realisation then hit me suddenly. She was empty. She became empty the day we had a fight. She hastily paced towards the other side of the road when a speeding car took the soul out of her. The symphony suddenly stopped. The strings of my life were misplaced and everything was out of tune. A whole month of hell when suddenly, I started feeling her presence. Her music; her magic; everthing seemed to be back. She lived with me. She lives with me and she will forever.
When my hand touched hers, she felt empty. But after a brief interval of confusion, something divine reverberated from her hands to mine, her voice, her music, her LOVE.
