Author: Amol Vagad
I wish I could freeze the time forever,
and then our lips will part ways never.
I just want to feel your warm cozy breath,
no matter my heart shall beat even after death.
“Hey Aman, here is your atomic structure assignment”, said Sunit to me. “How can this be mine? I never submitted any atomic structure document”, was my immediate reply to him. I quickly checked the name in top right side of the front page and the name was “Dia Aman Mhatre “it was one of our classmates Dia’s assignment and her father’s name resembled mine which made Sunit think the assignment was mine. Dia was always a silent sweet girl who always occupied the corner of the first desk in our classroom. I often marveled at her beauty which was very exquisite.
Her face was ivory white like the tusks of a royal elephant. The dark brown eyes were so deep that anyone who sneaked in would sink in theme eventually. The twin dimples complemented her perfect features just like a pair of most precious diamonds on a golden crown. She was short but had long hairs. A thick plait of her hairs rested on her back always and often disturbed the girl who would sit behind her desk. She used to be quite throughout the lectures. Whenever she laughed her face turned red and her cheeks resembled fresh and ripe apples. Her svelte figure was just like an icing on the cake for her flawless persona. She was indeed drop dead gorgeous.
During the lectures I often used to glance at her gracious face. Staring at those deep eyes and tender pink lips soothed my existence over there. One day she just turned back to talk to her friend and without stopping the train of my emotions at the appropriate station I murmured “wow” .Only my friend Sunit heard me saying that to which I replied that I found the concept of “Doppler Effect” very intruging and thus exclaimed a “wow”. I didn’t understand how a genius boy like him would buy that statement, but still he believed and I was happy.
Months had passed like decades since my traumatic and extremely tragic breakup with my 3 year old girlfriend. Her short tempered father was ready to run on the midnight street inorder to kill me when he came to know about our affair. Since then I never saw her in reality but always met her in meadows of my dreams. “Even the flamingos move from seasons to seasons then why shall we humans stay in that same swamp throughout the life?” is what my best friend Vini always told me. I too decided to seek a new horizon in my life. It was high time that my ripped wings added new and fresh feathers to kiss the breeze of bliss.
I started seriously thinking about my attraction towards Dia. I had never talked to her in one entire year of our high school. In some days time I started talking to her. I discussed her Physics experiments and helped her with them. We weren’t friends yet; maybe our relationship was still in a cocoon. It was uncertain whether to grow into a majestic butterfly or get killed by the insects of fear. It was a rainy Monday; the raindrops fell on the clay roofs of our neighboring building and made the typical tapping sound. We were busy writing our Chemistry class test. The time allotted was way more than the required. All of the other students one after the other started leaving the class room. Finally it was only me and Dia. I wanted her phone number. That was the only lane where the cart of my hopes could travel without any complications. I knew this was the day to get it. I was completely done scanning my answer sheet for the 11th time when I decided it was too much of wait now. I finally decided to leave. But suddenly I was surprised like how a drought ridden farmer feels when he sees dark clouds arriving. Dia too finished her test and started to get up from her seat. I quickly raced ahead and submitted my answer sheet to the invigilator. I waited for Dia to arrive outside as I acted like repairing my umbrella even when it was just one week old. She arrived and smiled at me, her smile made my heart melt so quickly as if it was an ice cube brought upon the Sun’s surface.
“How was the test?” I quickly asked while trying to start some communication.
“It was fine. How was yours?”
“Mine was fine too”, I managed to rhyme in those four words too during that moment. We went down the school stairs together. There was just one staircase to walk together but I wished it was my life and we would walk together forever till the eternity would breathe last. We reached the gates of our high school, now I decided that this was the moment to win. After a few casual sentences I finally said,
“Hey Dia, can I get your number?”
“Oh sure, it is..”, she began to speak as I removed my mobile phone from my trouser’s left pocket and started typing her number. My hands were trembling as I was typing it. There was a big sense of achievement at that moment. The petals of my heart were now crowned with soft cool droplets of joy and also a winning moment. I saved her number and we waved each other good bye.
That night my heart wandered through forests of uncertainties and finally settled in the lawn of good night’s sleep. That night I neither call nor did I text her. She too didn’t do anything. As I was relishing every bit of my cheese omelet my phone beeped. It was a text message from Dia. I opened it and it read,
It was the first text she sent me ever. I quickly typed,
“Good morning to u too “
My entire day basked in the blissful sunlight of her one text message. It was indeed very magical. That night I decided to text her. I took my phone and typed,
“ Good night”
In just a few minutes there was her reply,
“Good night to you too”
This voyage of our text messages continued for many days to come. The relationship between us advanced like seasons in India. The cool winter of friendship was taken over by the summer of “Special friendship”. I thought, now it was the time to soak in the monsoon of love. I never thought the clouds had started to hover around so soon.
The actual monsoon had arrived now. Frogs jumped in joy and green grasses wore crowns of crystal rain drops. My heart was now to wear once again the crown of love. It was a Sunday night; the weather was cozier than ever. We were busy chatting as per our routine, but that night was special. It was a full moon day. The sky looked bright and wonderful. So were our talks, apart from the daily gossips and our dipping scores we now just talked about ourselves. A bridge of comfort connected my and her heart now. We both were happy to walk through it and hold our hands. It was around 3 A.M then, she sent me a text message,
“ I think I cnt b evr awy 4m u.
Y is it so?”.
I couldn’t understand what she really meant but I just sent a simple reply which my heart wrote down,
“I think mayb v r 2 attach dear”.
There was no reply for almost 15-20 minutes. The boat of my heart appeared to be like a pendulum as it was shifting from shores of happiness and fear very quickly. Atlast, she replied,
“ I dnt knw bt mayb I m falng in luv wid u dear”
I tried climbing the boat of love,
but I sank in deep sea of loneliness.
Once again the anchor of love is tossed up,
should I cling to it or just die sinking ?
As I was reading these lines a strong current ran from my head to toes. My heart basked in the rays of ecstasy. There was a full moon day after many dark nights in my life now. Little tears of joy rolled down my cheeks while wiping them I replied,
“I 2 feel d same my dear”.
Now “dear” was replaced by “my dear”. But this world of “mine” was now “our” world.
Since that heavenly moment, the dove of our ardor started flying high in the paradise of our life. The incomplete gaps in my fingers were now filled with her lovely ones. My face never forgot to wear smile now. We made a new place of ours to meet. There was a small room near the fire exit of our high school, anyone seldom visited that place. We both used to meet each other there.
The almighty crafted a doll just for me,
for whom one day I will bend on a knee.
She made a small castle on shore of my heart,
Oh my lord she is indeed your greatest art.
It was raining heavily once as we were together in our special secret room. The thundering sound made the window panes shake as Dia seemed little worried when I quizzed her,
“Hey are you frightened sweetheart?”.
Her reply was just perfect,
“How shall fear reach me when you are here?”
Her lovely words soothed my soul, I pulled her towards me as she immersed into my arms. Adjusting a strand of her hairs behind her ears I cupped her face in my hands. She stared at me as I sank deep in those dark brown eyes, the heavy rains couldn’t cease this blazing fire. My lips searched hers and finally hugged them to leave them only after a while. It was our first and the last kiss. Her ivory cheeks were red as she blushed, I kissed them and she shied away. How beautiful here every moment was, my heart captured them just as a mother captures her baby’s initial steps. These feelings reside on a land far beyond the meadows of words.
The days passed quickly but I treasured every moment like a century, after all she was my world now. We managed both our studies and our love very well. The farm of my life was in its best season with crops full of happiness. Such a life is like riding a chariot of unicorns around the banks of a shining river and the moon comes down and asks you and your beloved to have a tour over it. My every dream had her walking with me hand in hand as the young lambs ran around and dandelions danced to the tunes of symphonic cool breeze. Life was indeed a fairly tale now.
One winter evening, we were on my scooter as she loved whispering “ I love you my baby” every now and then in my ears whenever we went on my scooter. That day she said those words even more and more. We stopped by at a lake as she wanted to relish on her favorite rose-strawberry ice cream. The ice cream parlor was on the other side of the road. So I asked her to get down and go there walking, she willingly agreed. She kissed my cheeks with her cool tender pink lips and said ,
“Don’t be scared my baby,
I’ll love you even when I won’t breathe”.
That night I tried to sleep but those lines just kept echoing in my ears. Next morning Dia was going to travel to New Delhi to meet her paternal uncle since our vacations had commenced. I couldn’t go to bid her bye at the airport but I had called her 4 times that morning and helped her packing via the phone. She texted me the last before she could switch off her phone,
“ I’ll alwys luv u baby til d eternity dies” ,
I smiled and blushed after reading the message. When I replied the message went pending as her flight had taken off.
I tried not to miss her and avoid again wandering in the woods of her previous day’s words but like honey bees upon a honeycomb; they never departed from the tree of my thoughts.
We often sink so deep in the sea of true feelings that we forget we are not meant to be in the sea but to walk on the land. The tide of time often comes from nowhere but slaps your shore very hard breaking the castles of sand you built with efforts and feelings.
I sat on my couch and switched on the T.V to catch up on some news but the thing which was telecasted shattered my world like a castle of cards in just a little wind. The news reported screamed at the top of her voice and announced,
“ The IC 4213 Air India flight from Mumbai to Delhi has met an unfortunate accident near Jaipur and all the passengers are expected to be burnt in the fire that was suddenly caught by the engine. “
The remote control of the T.V slipped from my hands and the tears started to run quickly out from my eyes. Dia was in the same flight. She was burned now in the fire of bad fortune, to leave me burning forever in this land. She went too far, my scooter could never chase her now. She went taking all my dreams, all my aspirations and indeed she took away the sanity in my life. My life froze at that moment, after months too I could never jump back into the normal world. I was lost in a dream which was never meant to be true now. Indeed my life’s story was now completely incomplete.
I will meet you
on a land beyond you and me
where only each other’s eyes we can see.