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‘Please... Please… I hope you will understand... More than anyone else in this awful world, I love my Mom a lot, I live for her, I breathe for her, and that is why I do not want to betray her... Please let’s part...’ she left the park after tearing her part.
Breathless I am, cannot utter a word too, sat on the bench as if as a dead man because my world became black, ‘When did I saw her first?’ ‘Why did I fall for her?’ I do have an answer for this but…
‘Look at her, she is damn cute,’ my friend said in an excited voice, my eyes searched for an angel through the car’s rear window and I happily smiled on seeing her though my monochromatic eyes. My heart skipped a beat, I said ‘She is a song’, and fought with my eyes to stop staring at her but my eyes won the battle. The reason behind to describe her as a song is whenever we hear a beautiful song we will hymn the song all throughout the day. She is such a cutie; my eyes hymned her beautiful image in black and white from the moment I saw her.
I reached office a little late than usual after the cynosure treat and as usual, I sat before the stupid monitor that always showed a bug in my code. Though frustrating to work, I loved my job because I wanted to stay as the best in whatever things I do and that day was not a usual day because I met my destiny, my life or my breath.
‘Sid, meet Ms. Isha, she is going to be your backup from today, so arrange for a proper knowledge transfer session for her’ Ram, my sweet manager said those happy words; ‘Sure, I will do a proper session Ram.’ I said and a ‘Hi’ to Isha carelessly at first and later recognized that she is the beautiful song that my eyes loved to hymn. ‘Oh My God, what a woman she is, no not just a woman, I would say an angel, nope, she is a beautiful song and my sweet junior in office. Cool, cool Sid, maintain your position as a senior’ I said to myself many times to control myself from staring at her.
She sat next to me because of two reasons; one is that she wants to learn the technology and the other she do not have a separate cubicle to sit and I was happiest man because of the above-mentioned two reasons. Whenever our eyes met, we exchanged a smile and sometimes I stared at her for a long time researching how sweet it would be if I have to taste her lips, though I shouldn't do that but still I cannot help myself. ‘Sir, Sir, Sir,’ she would’ve said that word at least for nine hundred and ninety nine times, and rounded it off to the magical number thousand when she said a Goodbye at the end of the day. I insisted her not to say Sir because I am not her professor but her colleague and advised her to call me as Sid. She nodded her head and she came with me to find the way to get out of the hectic hell.
‘By the way where are you staying?’ she questioned with a sweet smile; Well, her smiled killed me without any weapon and I responded to her, ‘I live close to BTM Water Tank’, she responded, ‘Hey even I live close to BTM Water Tank’ and the conversation rooted to all the parts of the world. ‘Although I speak a lot with my friends today I am wordless’, I said, she smiled, that parted us from day1.
I was wordless when she was with me but today my world itself has less hope, and it has no colour without her and I am… I am….
The next day I decided to speak a little with her but the moment she reached the stop every resolution of mine went to dust, my heart skipped a beat, and my eyes continued hymning her image, the beautiful song. ‘Hi,’ was the first lyric written by me, and, ‘Good Morning’ was the second phrase added by her to the sweet song. We got into the cab and sat next to each other. ‘Hey! I read your poem, First Waters, I should say it is the best work I’ve read in my lifetime’ she said and I thanked her, ‘so… Who is the lucky girl’ she asked me with excited beautiful eyes, ‘I rhymed it for my dream one’ I said with a sweet smile and the world went unnoticed for the next twenty minutes.
As soon as we reached the office, we started to stare at the stupid monitor that never showed an output. Although it ate my brain in the name of bug, it did some favour in the past but today my brain stopped working not because of the work stress but because of the beautiful song was sitting next to me and we ended up in zero productivity. ‘Perhaps the best performer had a bad day, isn’t it?’ her soothing words sounded so sweet, I smiled a response and said to myself, ‘Perhaps the best performer brain had stopped working’.
I was brainless that day but today I am colourless without my colourful life…
Days rolled on, the sweet music is now sweeter than sweetest sweet as we became closer and closer, discovered what love is in our eyes. I waited for a perfect day to propose my love and that special day happened to be her birthday which came sooner than expected but my words was as usual struck as I said, ‘Happy Birthday Isha,’ and turned back to start. ‘Sid, Sid, wait a minute?’ she stumbled for words; I nodded with a sweet smile. ‘Thanks a lot for your special wish’ she said, in-turn I smiled, she smiled and left the place with a bittersweet smile.
Frustrated to the peak because I was unable to convey my love to her; I went to my cubicle and the moment I saw a sticky note written by her, I flied to sky, may be to cloud nine, or may be to a higher place that that. ‘Idiot, Calm down’ she said, I said, ‘I don’t have words to say how much I love you, so here I go’, I went on my knee, and uttered those beautiful words; ‘Will you be my breath?’ She ran from the place blushing and shouting, ‘Be my breath until I breathe my last...’ I was not sure on how to react so stood like a tree, and by end of the day, I took her to Landmark Shop to buy her a teddy bear. She was excited to the core, which her eyes conveyed, and she selected many teddies in different colours and asked for my suggestion and I said, ‘beautiful’ for all the colour teddies.
‘Hey idiot I love purple colour but I want you to select a teddy of your choice’ she said, ‘Well that’s right my sweetheart but I can see them only in black and white through my monochromatic eyes’ I said; Her eyes became wet on hearing me as she couldn’t control herself but I made her calm with my words and the romance continued... Aww, what a day it was! As soon as I reached home, I messaged her as...
'My hands told me I’m shivering with fear,
When I only thought of saying it to my dear!
Heart became restless and sounded louder,
Seconds before, it was as silent as falling powder.
Thoughts crept into the mind with great force,
Confused, and stopped it from thinking, of course!
I would imagine that future, a few hours away;
That would burden it with my past straightaway.
Carrying an untold love is heavy, indeed;
Courage, real courage is what I need!
Hiding my fear, or hiding myself in fear,
I came to you and looked at you, my dear.
That very sight quenched the restless senses,
Which were thirsty for that real courage!
I became my natural self, totally myself;
And realized you were surely my real self.
Few words said, I saw the ‘heavy’ love,
Getting dissolved in us as it reached you!’
The sweetest poem I have ever penned is for the sweetest music my monochromatic eyes used to hymn but today my world is black, so my words and I… Day becomes night or the night became day I never know, the time froze as I sat on the bench. I took my mobile and sent a message to her as,
‘The bridge is not so long
I can come to you along
The cold is killing you and me
I can give you, myself, and me
The hurting reasons make me wait
I still love you with all my heart
The sweet memories never fade away
I wish eternal love and peace in our way.’
More than a dozen of times, I had waited for her in the same park and with all my love composed many sweet rhymes dedicating to her and this one on a romantic evening...
On a pleasant evening with the moon,
I rhymed waters for you to reach soon!
With the birds singing the song,
I rhymed waters with you along!
Trees dances with the gentle breeze,
I rhymed waters for time to freeze!
With plectrum striking the guitar strings,
I rhymed waters with your lips!
Tuning the scales with the pegs,
I rhymed waters for thy bliss!
With the heavy love watering the soul,
I rhymed waters for my twin soul!
But today I am waiting even though I know that you will not come… Tears thundered from my eyes now and then, my mobile beeped and the message conveyed, ‘Please come to the park, I wish to meet you for one last time’. My heart flied like a butterfly because the white moon can be seen in the dark black sky at least for one last time and I replied to her as, ‘I left neither you nor the park’…
She came running to the park, stood before me for a second, and hugged me saying ‘I cannot dream of leaving you idiot but…’ She neither uttered a word nor she move from me and I heard my mobile beep once again, and read the new message from her.
Dear :-)
You are so special to me :-)
I never met such a sweet person in my lifetime :-)
Neither my Mom nor you are the reason for me to part but, :-(
God, I may die anytime of this killing blood cancer :-(
Never know that I am suffering from this dreadful disease :-(
I do not want to go away from your life but fate does, so please forgive me :-(
You are so special to me :-)
Dear, I may leave anytime… Have a beautiful life :-)
My life became black and I felt a little wet on my shoulder, so I lifted her and saw blood pouring out of her mouth, I cried, ‘Isha, Isha, Isha, Isha… but… God, God..God... You did the mistake.. You did the mistake...’
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She shouted, 'Hey Idiot! Happy Valentine’s Day! How can I miss my life?’ She hugged and kissed me madly and I said, ‘The black clouds may cover the white moon for few hours but it’s not forever' and I saw a colourful life through her eyes although I am colour-blind (monochromatic).’.
‘I LOVE HER MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THIS WORLD BECAUSE SHE IS THE ANGEL I'D LOVE TO KISS EVERYDAY AND I HATED HER FOR MAKING MY WORLD BLACK FOR A DAY OR SO’
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The eyes are too red because of the strain caused to my eyes due to hectic work, stupid managers, and stupid people around me, but they are actually sweet, otherwise, I would have written this post from Bangalore and not from London. So if we have to achieve something in life then we have to be 'flexible', one of the word I hate the most in IT industry, and of course ‘deadline’, lays in the top of the list. Since these words become an integral part of my life, imagining of two extra hours is a boon, and if it happens, then undoubtedly I will sleep in that two extra free hours. 
'So, what’s the point?’ The point is only if I sleep I can dream, only if I dream I can write, only if I write you can enjoy my (S)mileS, but sleeping for four hours a day is a biggest challenge in my life so I can't even imagine of two extra free hours and if you see here in FB,just for one extra an hour on a particular day, I was excited a lot, thinking of two extra hours a day, and that too daily, is the best gift one could give it to me, and I am sure not even materialistic gifts can give that happiness to me because my dreams help me to win several thousand hearts like you. PS: (You are one of those hearts if you love my dreams (posts)). 
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I was very much happy because after a long time I felt that my hair was good. I came out and shared my experience with her. She was excited on hearing me so she went inside to pamper her lovely hair. I used the comb after so many years to style my hair. Because few years back, I heard that if you use comb to comb your hair then it might damage the hair root, which will result in hair loss and from day I stopped using comb but today I am confident that Dove will protect my hair so I happily combed my hair. I was very happy because my hair's become so soft just after one wash which was quite unbelievable, and the other reason is my mom. I am sure she will he happy if she comes to know that I combed my hair. ‘Wow!’
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