A Corner In Paradise

A Corner In Paradise

She stroked my curly hair gently as I lay my head in her lap. The secluded corner in Lohia Park was hidden by a couple of dense bushes, there were a few trees to provide some amount of relief from the scorching heat in April. We often enjoyed the shade of such a tree. Her company instantly transferred me to paradise, her touch was like Midas touch----she made every passing moment a golden one.

For the few hours we were  together in Lohia Park, heaven seemed to have descended to a lower level to embrace us. there was bliss and happiness all around us. I did wonder why people go as far as Mecca and Medina to plea for a corner in paradise. I had found it in her company in this world. I realize it is satisfaction people yearn for, and I had found it in this world rather than in heaven.

The spasms of anger and frustration I had felt the other day did into fit into the picture now. There seemed to be many reasons  to smile for both of us. the colours of life appeared to be a lot brighter that day. There were going to be a lot more stars in the sky than ever before, we were sure.

The fact remains that I have an insatiable thirst of being loved by someone. My throat remains parched despite my being drenched in huge quantum of love everyday. Here was a waterfall of love showering many cusecs of love every single second, and I was below it. Perhaps this was what I was looking for ever since.

A few wisps of her jet black hair dangled on to my cheeks, the sweet smell of Pantiene shampoo trickled through my nose. There must be a similar scent in paradise, I felt sure. My soul was being cleaned at that moment like a car in a car-wash.

A hot and dry ‘loo’  blew through the park that day, but we were determined to make the most of the few moments of privacy we had stolen from the world. Our lives before and after the few moments of company in the park didn’t seem to matter at all. We seemed to have begun  our lives at that very moment. There were a hundred and one colours in the  spectrum of our lives. They were spreading all over my dull and serene life now. Her green ‘dupatta’  provided a meager amount of relief from the blistering heat, while she bathed in the joys of my company. Her multi-coloured dress symbolized the many different shades of colour she proposed to bring into my life.

She wanted to rejuvenate my dull and serene life with all these colours and many more. She wanted to be the reason behind all the showers of happiness that were to occur in my life; she wanted to be a part of them. I did try to understand why she wanted to call away the dark clouds of pain and suffering that had been consistently showering their wrath on me for a long time. The very intimation required the expenditure of conscious effort and energy.

There was absolutely not explanation as to why she should shower my life with bright flowers borrowed from her own life. I felt sure she wanted something in return for them: she wanted my love in return for it. Apparently, she too had an insatiable appetite for being loved by someone, just like me.

I sat up straight on the grass in the park as I heard some heavy footsteps on the ground. It wasn’t going to be an embarrassing scene if we were found together in the park because couples hanging around in the park was quite a common sight.

I did feel a bit odd because none of the couples in the park were our peers. My peers were busy arranging for their children’s higher education. We were celibates because our fates wanted us to reach our goals at  a very late point of time. We could do very little about it.

We did celebrate the cool weather the quiet evening brought a couple of house later. We could do very little but watch the sun go down in the horizon later that day. It did bring a lot of  calm and quiet aura into our lives. There certainly were a lot of stars in the sky that night.