Every Love Story is beautiful….
Every Love Story is beautiful
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Beautiful is the journey called life,
Precious are the moments soaked in love!
I discovered myself while getting to know you,
Yeah,every love story is beautiful!
A meeting to attend , some presentations to be made, a national level conference and I am already late. There is pindrop silence in the conference hall …. A pair of bright eyes , meet mine, I almost trip … thinking why did these bosses decide to hold a meeting in Mumbai? Pune… my hometown would have been a familiar territory. I am still settling …the CEO calls the Pune Team ahead and asks me to step forward and introduce the team.
Those eyes are smiling now…its not that bad a day either.. I think. By noon I am enjoying the session and those eyes looking at me. By the second day we introduce ourselves near the guest house.
And by the evening I realise there is no harm in going out with a like minded individual.
Mumbai seashore never seemed so beautiful to me….
The way we smiled at each other, laughed at silly things and explored the over crowded beaches of Mumbai , still makes me so emotional. It was just the two of us… amongst the crowd…the people…the public, was this temporary or was it for keeps?
On our way back, we took an auto ride, the fresh air against are faces was making the ride a little too romantic. We decided to visit the Queen’s Necklace…Marine Drive. Believe me, when you are in Love , the lights there make you love life more as if promising you… wait and watch , the journey ahead would be as beautiful as this, full of light and happiness.
Oh, how love struck could I be? I could sense from the way he looked at me that it was more than attraction but that was it. On the third day we smiled, he looked a little disturbed and lost and was not talking to me. While leaving I just looked at him and almost in sign language explained ..telling him we would stay in touch through the phone. He nodded and that was it. This was almost six years back.
A few months back I came across his message- asking me to call him when I had some time, I thought how careless of him, he could not call me..it slipped out of my mind or I let it purposely slip out of my mind as I was angry with him . A chance visit to Mumbai with my friends and life came a full circle.
I was walking on the sands…. Liking the feel of it against my bare feet… when again my eyes met his… oh god, yes it was him, had come down on some official trip. My anger vanished into thin air. We really did not know what to do…we hugged each other and he said he had missed me all these years. Probably he visiting the beach looking so lost said it all. I looked into his eyes, telling him I had missed him too. I had never imagined I would again meet him like this and here we were together forever I thought, who can decode the language of the heart , anyways? We walked along the beach…clinging to each other …the city of dreams, desires and destinies …..Mumbai you really had changed my destiny.
We explored the city the next day, a testimony of our love…
We went to Worli Sea Face…ah how beautiful,
Mumbai was a revelation to me, I always found it too be too fast, too practical, too overpowering … today it seemed like a city rich in culture making me discover myself and my relationship.
Since both of us were related to Design , the conference six years back was on design and interiors we thought of visiting the oldest Art Institute in Mumbai- J.J School of Art, He held my hand lovingly as if to assure me, I am there for you and we would design our future like this, for all to see.
Our final destination was the Mount Mary Cathedral , near landsend Bandra….overlooking the Arabian Sea. How beautiful could it get.
We were actually crying by now, the tears of joy, streaming through our eyes.
Today we are together and look forward to the promises we made each other silently ,
Every love story is beautiful,
Mine was unique because while discovering each other, we discovered our own selves!!
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