An Endless love walks…

An endless love walks…

It was a dreamful evening …. 

Yes.. It’s a dream for me. I saw him again today. He was wearing a peach coloured shirt and black pants. It really suited him very well,while he crossed in two wheeler most of the peoples eyes were on him. The eyes of the ladies were especially deep and craveful. I really hate those ladies’ eyes. How can they see him like that?

He was meant to be mine… Yes … You heard right…. It’s meant to be… Not mine… I too crave for his eyes on me. A little late or a little laziness or a little ego, or anything that stopped me from approaching him was a terrible mistake and it makes him an acquaintance now. I can’t even say him as my Ex. For that I must have proposed to him and should have had some dates and so on… I never did that. It’s my blender mistake. Yes .. I admit that… Regretted a lot yet. It will last as an uncompleted wish or an uncompleted love story. 

LOVE… Such a wonderful word which makes plenty of wonders in our life. If we are lucky we will enjoy its colour of happiness and fulfilment or else with the colours of sadness and regrets . I am settled with the second half. I still can’t find the love like I had on him. It was merely an amazing days in my life with blushing cheeks and crazy imaginations at a young age. 

“When did you first met him, rose?”, a girl sitting beside me asked. 

“While I was at mid school….”,replied with chuckles. 

“Is that childhood love?”

“no nate…. I just saw him … at our first meeting I was playing in my aunts’ home. He was a neighbour to them…. He came to ask my aunt something. ah.. mm…. That day was a blur… but I can still remember his white t-shirt with specs on eyes …. He was nearing or might be at his teenage starting phase i guess … 

“Interesting…. come on rose…. just tell me your first love story……”

“ha ha ha… Nate you are exaggerating it… its just a pinch of attraction of that age….. “

“ha ha… At your age of 7-8, you were attracted to him is not a love… ? and still you are remembering it every evening while watching the sunset….. You are walking almost two kilometres daily to reach this specific spot, is it just an attraction ? Should I blindly believe what you say ?”

“You are so precisely taking points in my bunch of words…. I really hate this nature with you.. You are not a detective here to dig and prove….. You must keep your dirty mouth shut and listen only to what I say… understood?”, granny rose shouted angrily.

“ok my dear rose… please continue your first ever love story…”, nate holded her hands and fingered on her lips. 

“that suits you good nate… statue, until i complete my story…”

Nate blinked her eyes and smiled a little. 

“That was a holiday I guess….. I went to my aunt’s home. He lived on that street. Might be two buildings far from my aunt’s home. I was playing with some toys. He suddenly came in and called my aunt. She left me and went inside the room. He turned his head and looked into the toy I had in my hand. He was wearing white t-shirt. That colour really suits him so well. Even now ….. I only came to his shoulders. I’m that small and I can’t take my eyes off him. Very lean and a little tanned . He might have been playing under the hot sun. But he is so attractive. He stared at me and asked about the toy. I neglected to give him. He again stared at me like a fighter and went back to his home ….”

“ You know what ? It was his toy and the ball he came asked .. But I never wanted to give him up until I moved from that home. I forgot many things after I got older. Those memories are still very fresh, like a morning’s blossomed flowers. I don’t want to wish anything about that. Until I remember those moments I will come here to watch the sunset and will have a look at his home whether he is in there or not….. It became my hobby all these years nate… Initially I never wanted it. Now I don’t want to stop it. 

The same activity, opposite feelings at the start and now at the end. Life is really an awesome painting. My paint is going to be empty but now only i learn to colour the art of life…. “, granny slowly stood up and saw that brown painted house. 

He is sitting on his easy chair with some books. He’s wearing a peach coloured shirt. Looking at my granny rose and took one book titled, ‘positivity flows….’ Nate was shocked, which means he also loved my rose. And still loving….. 

Granny Rose crossed his home without blinking eyes, he also turned around after she crossed over. I silently witnessed their love there and felt marve about it. 

Also after their last breaths, these sunset and the love walks will stay in this air forever….. And they may mingle after it…..  

With love, 

Aalon Magari