Renderings Of A Mute Heart

Gun Powder

To Adaara,
    
                I would be humbled to see you wait for me at the doorsteps. I hope the shine of the solitaire on your finger hasn't faded, for await my heart for the crimson blush on your cheeks.

         Adaara be there when I will; I wish to see you first, first in                                                                                                F o u r   Y e a r s 
    
                                       Yours,
                                       Abdal Hadi

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There was cold and warmth in the weather. Anxiety in veins, if I spoke I could ever go past three sentences. I was returning home after four years spent in the cold sweat and murky clothes of the Military. The metal badges shone like pearls in the stream of the dirty mirror reflection.

The vibration of the cellphone recurred the senses. And you always smile when the women you love calls.

"Did you receive my surprise letter?" my voice did not hide my anticipation.

"....yes"

"So..how was it?"

"short..."

"Oh let me rephrase, how did it make you feel?"

"...... These feelings don't have words"

"Do you confirm my request?" I asked and imagined her coy smile advancing through her laugh.

"... I cannot sleep"

"Nor can I for about a month now. Did you tell anyone else?"

"I told Mum, she must have told Dad"

"Dad knows...How do you look?"

"...you saw me yesterday on the video call, what do you mean how I look?"

"I thought the news might have bought some change.."

" I probably look flushed by smiling too much and crazy as I have been knotting my fingers all afternoon"

We both laughed.

"I am leaving now. Take Care, see you soon...soon in person..." I felt the thrill of my heart trembling my bones, my words jabbering, she was smiling, shaking. Pausing and then again smiling.

I took the last flight of the night and comforted myself in the seat and fortunately had an old friend of mine next to me. We settled and talked of years passed, the changes, the raw excitement of knowing new things about people you left behind.

He saw me smiling to my screensaver.

"You married?" he asked.

I nodded.
I married Adaara four and a half years back, it was an arranged marriage. My family has a lineage of soldiers and hers were all doctors.
Something of a wild combination of military and medicine, I explained him.