There was something about her that was very mysterious. People told me how difficult it was to interpret what she did and why she did it. I had heard so much about her since we were kids but something stopped us to meet every time I tried. It is a coincidence of sorts that we moved around our lives pretty much in parallel, studied, worked, loved, struggled, survived – I seemed to be the more fragile one and from what I hear, she was a strong soul. Given that our destinies seemed to be pretty similar, I always regretted not knowing her well enough and not drawing enough inspiration from her. I wasn’t good at academics in school, she was the one who always stood out from the crowd. The teacher’s favourite, always a front bencher and that’s how the school remembers her. I seemed to have finished my school pretty much in oblivion, don’t remember a large portion of my school life other than being in awe of her and her talents. College and work remained pretty much a replica of our school life but where she actually leaped ahead of me was when she was in love. I had been known to be pretty possessive and nagging in love but she was someone who was defining new meanings of love. There was something mysterious and divine in the way she loved. We all heard about how she struggled and what pains she went through but we couldn’t understand why she sustained all that pain and what made her still believe in love. Any other mortal in her place would have done what mortals normally do but she chose a different path, like every other time. I never considered her to be anyone special until I learnt about her. I heard her saying once ‘Love can never destroy me and I wont let anything or anyone make me hate being in love’. That day I decided I had to meet her and get to know her more. Enough of the hide and seek…if I like her so much, I should make an effort to see her in person. So we fixed a day and time when we would meet. I wanted to dress up in my best and look my best so I chose my favorite black kurta with sequins, teamed it with parallels and a stole. I wanted to wear a bindi too but then it was time to meet. So I rushed, opened the door and saw her under the bright mirror lights. That was the perfect time and perfect image to wear my black bindi. I met her and I promise never to stop admiring her ever again.
– Yours in Love, with Me
* This is a preface to a story I want to build. Will come back here and publish it.