Love Story: Part 2

Part 2: continued from earlier part...


It was a harsh cold dark winter in Shimla. All around the landscape was just covered with white snow and a rare glimpse of a brown pine tree stooping its head with the weight of snowfall and showcasing the loneliness of not just the season but of an expectant lover. Tina was standing cold on the platform of the station that day in December amidst a whistling chilly wind blowing around with a shawl neatly draped around her body.

She was moving around trying to protect herself from the wind, with her mind deeply craving for a cuppa of hot chocolate while waiting for the man whom she would meet and talk after a long time. Coming from a small town of Agra, she could have never imagined her body would get so restive that she would be standing in a lonely station, unable to withstand male cravings, whom she had only imagined in her mind all through her life right from they met in a sea beach.

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I did not know hardly anyone here and couldn’t even think if he would be the one who would delight my life.

And then I saw this man with green eyes that moved slowly, wearing an orange cardigan and the blue neck drape flying by.

Green eyes, it could be him...

Since I can not help thinking that there's magic in our love, I dream to meet him, and now he’s here.

I suddenly had the brief impression that time was passing slowly, and as he came closer everything resumed to its normal rhythm.

I still can not explain why, but without any suspicion, I was getting home. And tonight I will be in his arms. I had planned most meticulously since the last four days to have a perfect night in my lover’s arms with the red and blue jewels twinkling around the bed.

In my heart, it could not be otherwise, everything would be fine, I was convinced and everything went well, as if everything was already written.

It was immediately we felt comfortable in each others laps, as if we already knew for a long time.

In his words, by his mere surreal presence, he erases all my troubles, all my pain.

And when he is near me with all his sweetness, he lights up my life and fills it with colours, when his eyes are in mine.

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