The Phone is ringing, I can barely hear. There are lights
flashing on the screen with some text snapping the caller’s name, but it barely
registered in my Mind. By the time I realized that there is a sound, the phone
stopped ringing. Sensing the absolute darkness and an awkward silence, I looked
out for the time and it has passed 2 in the morning. There is a book I was
reading, unfolded. There is a Cup filled with coffee, untouched. There is an IPod
on the table, still playing a track, which kept the darkness in rhythm. For
every Breathe I take, I can hear my heart beat racing, perhaps? For a fear of
stopping. I tried to step myself off from the couch, but the foot barely
moved. With the cluttering weirdness, I tried to move my hands to check on the
foot, but the hands hardly moved. Understanding the complete Chaos, I tried to
recollect what has happened? And yes, there was you! Now it unfolds everything...
I'm afraid of understanding, or for being understood. But,
with the sprint of a magic I understood you, perhaps? I thought it so. I can
tell you, may be, by just stealing a glance into your eyes, how comfortable you
are? I can tell you, what and how you are feeling, with a warm touch. I can
tell you, what was going on in your mind, by just looking at your handwriting.
I embraced you when you had had a tough time. I had let you go wild, when you
are happy. For every time you are with me, there would be a song, playing in
the backdrop, there by everything comes back to life, or maybe I feel it so.
There are No greetings and no formalities. That was never needed and vl never
be needed. Every word will have a meaning. That is the thing we have always
admired about each other.
If I say, Am not very expressive, then actually I'm not.
When I say I have forgotten, then actually I'm. There are many things which I
speak out, and which I really mean. You said you would understand me, and I
know you would. I was canny of being forgiven. I'm not afraid of crying but,
What if I used my entire tears of despair? and some day I wouldn’t tear down a
drop?, what if I struck with a greater calamity? I don’t suppose there would be
any adversity than which has struck now. But, what if I've called a heartless?
What if I've considered being an aloof? There were no answers but the truth.
There is a very thin line in hiding a truth and speaking a truth. If you hide,
you die slowly. If you speak out the truth, then you die instantly.
Like Hate, Love also needs perpetual Nourishment. So, let’s
go for a walk or for a vacation. Let us find something new within us. We don’t
need to hide anything; we don’t need to pretend anything. We are as naked as
one can be. There is no need to talk much but, some patience to listen to the
all the signs, which we code between us, through eyes, touch and with the
unspoken words. Let’s bring back that energy and let’s admire what we've got.
In contrary you could start hating me. When you hate, you don’t need of any
signs to tell you, but your own anger.
There is only one line I believed most. " In love
People grow, and in Hate, people decay "
Lets have a stroll in peace, and if you like it, may be a
vacation. so the question is would you be?
