It was a hot, dry and sunny day in April. We had walked
quite a bit of the way together. There seemed to be no end to the road before
us, but we didn’t have an option but to move ahead with time. We were
desperately looking for a shelter, but there was a barren road before us: there wasn’t even a tree in sight to provide
some amount of relief from the scorching sun, but the two of us sere holding
hands. It gave us quite a bit of satisfaction and relief.
There had been a variety of issues in our lives as
celibates, but we could not look at them now. They seemed to be a part of
nightmares each of us had seen a couple of weeks back. None of us had the
courage to look back now that we had come so far on the track of happiness. We
only wanted to look at each other now--- this was the most appealing scene for
both of us now.
I looked at her for the hundredth time as if I was
witnessing a miracle, and I knew it wasn’t a trick of the eye either. I had to
pinch myself several times to convince myself of her being a reality and not a
dream.
She was certainly better than all the dreams id witnessed
with my eyes closed and even those id dared to see with my eyes open. She was
the physical manifestation of all the ideals hanging around in my mind for a
long time.
Only a few days ago, she had been a mystery to me. The
mystery was on its way to being solved. Some facets of her personality had
revealed themselves, while many more remained hidden. We were bound by a marital
contract now. There had been a great pomp and show to announce our confluence,
but it was a part of our history now. We were on the way to write another
chapter in our history now, this was a book whose pages were to have esters on
them: a fruity smell was to emanate whenever the pages were flipped over.
The chemical composition of the esters was to dictate
whether the fruity smell was to be evanescent or if it was to last for a
lifetime. We had done our very best to make sure each page had hydrocarbons of
the ideal quantity and quality. We wanted to preserve the sweet scent of each
moment we spent in each other’s company forever.
We looked forward to carrying their smell into many more
chapters time was going to open for us. The most exciting chapter of these
would be the one that would herald Zeenat into our lives. Well, this is to be
another story.
Life is not going to be easy in any way for us, I know. The
only difference between today, yesterday and tomorrow will be that these
problems will now be tackled by two pairs of hands rather than being handled
single-handedly.
True hands are sure to create enough shade and shelter for
the two of us to walk calmly and peacefully over the road in the blazing heat
of the sun. There may not be any trees to provide a shade, but the very fact
that we were holding hands is enough to deter the sun from shining heavily on
us. The heat and sun in our lives will eventually give way to a cool evening, I’m
sure. I look forward to the change.
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