The Silence of Love

I wondered if could lay down my beautiful thoughts on paper. I tried many times but unknown despair would prevent me from doing so.

She entered my life and became an inspiration for me to pen down my thoughts.

I wanted to tell her each and everything that went through my mind as I saw her.

It was a foggy morning. I never wanted to wake up early but I had to take my mom to temple that day as dad was out of station. I didn’t want to ask god to bless me .I felt I had everything that could keep me happy. I sat in a corner uninterested in anything while my mom was doing some pujas. I don’t know what attracted me towards her……her traditional dress?…..her anklets?……her waist length hair?………or her devotion?. I have many female friends but never felt like this……I felt as if my heart floated….i felt light…….i went mad…….i forgot that I came with my mom and started going behind her as she was doing pradakshinas. Those 5 minutes went too quickly. Mom started searching for me…..by the time I went near her and told that I would be back in 2 minutes I missed her…..

Whenever I see a girl in modern dress I remember her half saree…….and when I see a girl in traditional dress I remember her much more……..her hair……..her smile…….her anklets………these were the only thoughts in my mind the whole day.

I woke up in the morning ,had a bath and waited for my mother to get ready so that  I could see the “Goddess of my heart”. Everyone at home were shocked and asked how I got such sudden devotion. All those seemed uninteresting to me. The only thing I wanted is to go to temple and see her……………………………she wasn’t there…….a thousand questions in my mind…….why didn’t she come? Does she live nearby…….was her vacation over causing her to go back to her hostel?.I was sad because I couldn’t see her today………I closed my eyes………..her anklets…….her smile……….her hair…….but I couldn’t remember her face………I tried and tried but I couldn’t remember her face…….its only a beautiful smile which appears in my closed eyes.

Days passed by I never met her again but deep inside my heart I wanted to see her……….

Two years later

I was playing cricket at a neighboring cricket ground. I was on 49 and my friends were cheering for  a much awaited half century……The bowler bowled a ball that was looming at me with a speed that threatened to kill. But all of a sudden, I felt time slow down as I saw her coming across the street. But that was the least of my concerns. I left my bat and started walking behind her. All those films I sniggered at didn’t seem to be as illogical anymore. She went into a home. My friend who came behind me said that she was the best girl anyone had ever seen in the locality but that she couldn’t speak. I didn’t say anything to my friend, but my steps took me across the threshold that was her house. I knocked on her door and waited with bated breath. This had to end, one way or the other. I looked at her eyes and felt speechless. Mustering the courage to say something, I said, ” I want to be your voice for the rest of your life.” The smile she wore that day was priceless. It was better than everything else the world could offer. I was in love.

This is for her……because I wanted her to know how she became the goddess of my life.

-Samhita Reddy

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