MAGIC

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…

Happiness was the time when Pratik saw his Beloved’s eye sparkle with joy…it was when her eyes moistened as she spoke…happiness was when Pratik was with her. Happiness was when Pratik loved his Beloved. Happiness was when Beloved’s hands touched his and sanctified his soul. Happiness was love. Love was his Beloved, and happiness was his Beloved.

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.”