SOULFUL PROMISES

Two years had gone and yet, Pratik never knew how much he loved his Beloved, how much he adored her. He had spent many sleepless nights trying to answer why he loved her, why he so much needed her and how blessed he was to have such a loving Beloved next to him, on his arms, on one another’s arms. All he knew was that he loved her dearly. Now, he never cared for the reasons but only cared to love her more and more every day. He could not imagine his life without her. She was his hope and strength…his faith and trust. Would she be missing or gone, he knew he would fall apart. Each passing day, he prayed that when time came to bid one another a final farewell, he be the first one. When that day came, he would sleep on his Beloved’s lap like a child for long, smile, whisper I Love You and gently close his eyes forever…

He twitched at the thought and turned towards his Beloved. Her eyes were friends to the dark night around. Yet, they seemed to dance and speak words of love to him, or that was what he thought of it to be. He stared at his Beloved for a long time and thanked her for being with him. Like always, from the depth of his heart, he promised to be with her, love her more and never let her go. He promised to be with her in every step she took. She was the sweetest reward of his life, his sweetest star…the best thing that ever happened to him—his luck, his joy—everything was in her love, her touch, her embrace. To the world, The Garden of Eden might have stayed within the Holy Bible, but to him, it was still there—in her lap. But this garden had something more to offer. There were no forbidden apples that caused suffering, but each apple promised of more love, of stronger bond with each passing day, promises of togetherness that until now had been fulfilled….promises that would be fulfilled in the years to come because he knew he’d do anything and everything for her and only her…Pratik slowly moved and rested his head on the bed’s wall.

Beloved suddenly woke up with the movement of Pratik’s hand. She opened her eyes and saw that he was sleeping with his head resting on the bed’s wall. She looked at him and whispered three words of love and turned around. Her eyes suddenly moistened and tear drops slowly rolled down her eyes and onto the pillow…she didn’t know why her heart cried when her life, her joy was next to her. Yet it cried…when she tried to solace her heart, her heart went restless and beat faster—each beat calling Pratik’s name.

She remembered—“Love can’t be measured with the depth of the seas, nor can it be measured with the height of the Everest. It can only be measured with the tears and laughter…with the beats of heart that pounds to hear that special name…”and my special name is you Pratik. You and only you my Love. She smiled and her heart slowly returned to its regular rhythm…She turned to see that Pratik’s head now rested on the pillow and his hands were on her hip’s contour. She held his hand and whispered I love you and will always do my Love. I am so glad to have you in my life my Love. Now that I have you, I just can’t imagine my life without you….I will always love you—more and more every day. 

SPRINGS OF JOY

Two springs had gone by that Pratik and his Beloved were together. Their love was an affection that everybody envied, praised and respected. Both were always there for the other…each loving the other more—everyday. After all, heavenly father can never leave his child destitute until he sends someone for his child—another child that is bestowed with His luck of love and blessings of eternal union. And when He sends his soul to another child, He rests behind with a smile and looks at the happy portrait of love, togetherness and joy each give to the other.

With each passing day, Pratik and his Beloved knew the other more—found the more of themselves. Both understood one another in silence. Words never were needed for them to communicate. They conversed with the other’s heart. In silence they’d whisper I Love You My Love. When they’d say so, they would gently smile and eyes would fill with joyous tears.

Words were easy but they were insufficient when Pratik and his Beloved attempted to converse. As a result, they spoke in silences—as if words would fade with the wind and never reach the other’s heart. Each were always there for the other, loved as much as they could—with all their hearts. Neither knew if they loved less or more. Yet, in silent nights when the stars twinkled, each wondered if they loved the other less. In turn, every following day had more to offer—more love, more affection, care and togetherness. Eventually, words would shy away not just because they were insufficient to express what both had to say, but also because they would disappear before it reached the other’s ears.

Indeed, once in a while, they would have small fits which would disappear like a gust of wind—go the way it came.

“I’m not talking to you anymore,” Beloved would say at times by curling her lower lips in false anger and make faces. Pratik would look at her—with those loving but penetrating eyes and softly say with a smile “Really?” and 

stare at her.

She’d turn away from the eyes—that loving but searching eyes, that mystic and penetrating eyes which she had never felt until three springs. When those eyes fell upon her, she would turn away.

“Really Beloved, are you not talking to me anymore?” Pratik would again turn towards her—hold her shoulders and look into her eyes and ask—softly—“Are you not talking to me anymore?” Then, her eyes would moisten and she’d hug him tight and say, “Who said I’m not talking to you? How can I not talk with you? I love you so much my Love,” and Pratik would hold her back, kiss her head and whisper back, “I love you too,” and feel the Sun’s warmth in his heart and smile.

From above the clouds, the Heavenly Father would smile and his eyes would moisten with joy. A tiny drop of tear rolled down His cheeks and fell down the cloud causing rain of joy…

Seeing the rain, Beloved pushed Pratik and ran to the garden and felt the third year’s first rain on the same day as two bygone years.

“It’s the same day again. I love you Pratik” she spoke out loud—only to make sure that her words would reach up to him.

“I love you too My Angel, and yes, it is the same day,” Pratik whispered back with a smile and looked towards the cloud and said, “Thank you God for your gift”.