Magic was the only word
that could express the time Pratik and his Beloved spent together. Magic, for
no other word could describe it to its purest sense the feeling that the moment
bestowed upon Pratik and his Beloved. The only thing Pratik could do was watch
his Beloved speak. As Beloved spoke her heart out, her eyes glistened and
moistened with joy. Her eyes, Pratik saw, radiated that vitality and
youthfulness which Pratik had long missed. With every words she spoke, her eyes
danced in delight. She was an angel of delight. How he wished time would stop,
but the more he thought of, the quicker it went. Pratik was drawing himself
into quick sand. Yet, he wanted to hold on to it. Beloved spoke with utter
innocence, and how gladly Pratik cherished. No words or no emotions could ever
explain the intensity of his joy, of him being a silent listener and Beloved,
an endless talker.
They say, time eventually passes
by, but with the passing, we always have something to cherish. While moments
pass, just like the way it came, memories last…linger on in the hearts of those
dear to each other. These memories add to eternal and profound love of promises
of never leaving one another; no matter what circumstances be. These are
memories, besieged by unspoken words that always stand tall and say, in
silence, “We have made this far, and now, we will go together, forever.”
As he saw himself on those
dancing eyes of his Beloved, Pratik queried about what Love and Peace meant. He
questioned himself of what happiness meant to him. Was Love just an emotion, or
was Love his Beloved? Was Peace something unreachable or something
unattainable? And when would one find peace? Would a gentle touch of a lover
pacify and give solace to all the troubling times one faces? Pratik certainly
felt so.
“What are you thinking?”
Beloved’s question brought back Pratik from his oblivion.
“Nothing Beloved,” Pratik
replied and without asking anymore Beloved went on…her eyes shone and her voice
cooed in lyrical tides. With the lyrical tides, Pratik once again drifted back
to his oblivion…
“Your love is your Beloved,”
Pratik’s inner voice spoke. “You cannot treasure or know what love is until you
treasure your Beloved. She is your heart and soul. She is always eternal.”
Those words pushed him back to reality—a merry reality where Beloved spoke
endlessly while her eyes danced and her hands moved in harmony with her words. Everything
Pratik saw today was pure magic, a perfection that no words, to no extent,
could ever explain.
Yes, Beloved was, is and
would always be his Love. Peace was when Pratik was with her; safe in the
sanctity of a blissful heaven that he never longed to be forged out of. Peace
was when Beloved touched his hands and blessed his soul, rushed his adrenaline
and made his heart beat to unfathomable beats of…
With the mind’s tempest pacified,
Pratik slowly started to hear his Beloved’s voice clearer…he smiled at the
thought…smiled for himself…smiled for her…and smiled just because he wanted to
smile. Seeing the unexpected smile, Beloved asked, “Why are you smiling?”
Pratik was just as unexpected to the question as Beloved was to his smile. But
still he smiled replied, “Nothing”.
Deep down his heart thumped…his
senses reached in perfect happiness…from the depth of his heart and soul; a
voice spoke,
“Oh Beloved, I love you so.”
