Her Smile Says It All

Her Smile Says It All

She smiled at me, and it was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. This was certainly not the first time a feminine face had smiled at me, but this time, I really felt honoured by her smile. Her smile was one I wanted to cherish in my heart as the sweetest one. It signified her being happy, and I really felt honoured on being the cause of her happiness. She looked so good while smiling that I wanted her to keep smiling forever and a day.

If my presence is going to produce a smile on her lips, I wanted to be a part of her life every single day, if only to make sure she was happy and content each single day of her life. Witnessing her smile was as beautiful an experience as what Adam must have felt when he witnessed a sun-rise for the first time. There was a typical virginity in her smile. Her smile was to remain unravished as long as she smiled, and I wanted to preserve it in its pristine form. I wanted to be a part of the occasion when she smiled every single day. I wanted to be a part every dawn of a fresh day in my life. The sun was to rise whenever she smiled, I knew, and the phenomenon was going to be repeated every single day.

We had seen each other on earlier occasions; we studied in the same institution, where practically, no one was a stranger to another, but this was the first time she had given an iota of attention to me. I wonder why her attention kept me on cloud-nine and why I didn’t seem to care about anyone else looking at me.

There were many others in the same institution, and several of them did often look at me with some amount of interest, but I didn’t seem to care about attention from any source  other than the one before me. I really didn’t bother whether anyone else smiled at me or not. All that counted for me was her smile, and it was one of the most beautiful charismas I have ever beheld.

There was a typical charm in her smile when she smiled at me for the first time. There was a typical joy preserved in the novelty of the experience and typically, it was all there every time she looked at me with a smile on her face. Her smile had powers to sink vessels of depression and dismay afloat within me for a long time. I jumped up with joy when I realised there were orgies of joy and happiness floating within me whenever she looked at me. They are certainly heavier than the vessels of depression and dismay they had replaced and they were going to sink in a short while in the ocean of my life.

 I wanted to know more about her. I conducted a comprehensive research on her to deduce all those responsible for the captivating smile on her face. I wanted to be a part of her world where she smiled every now and then. She was unfurled as a celibate in the next few days; this was all I got to know about her. She chose not even to look at me at all earlier occasions, and this was the first time in my life I had been honoured by someone I admired with a look and a smile.

There was a false sense of  freedom between us; its fictive nature made it all the more attractive and mysterious for both of us. Virtually, we were not free except to look at each other, there were unwritten conventions of the society we live in. They are to be followed to the last word. We had to follow all etiquettes without missing out on a single one. All the same, we looked at each other like a man dying of thirst looks at a glass of water. The joy was quite like what a beggar discovers when he sees a Rs 100 note lying on the street.

The shop was certainly a big one, but not big enough to conceal the deluge of emotions that ran through our hearts; quite a bit of it found itself before us in the form of words that none of us could articulate. All the same, the distance separating the two of us wasn’t in any way enough to conceal the sound of our hearts thumping wildly against our chests.

I’m sure her heart too pounded with a loud thud whenever she looked at me, and the sound became louder as we drew nearer to each other. I felt sure the sound of those thuds sent shivers all over her body because I felt the ground reverberating with spasms of pleasure and happiness that went through her while she stood before me. Apparently, the ground wanted to worship her too. I wish I could break free of the conventions that bind me, and prostrate before her: she was better than a goddess of love incarnated in a pristine form before me. I felt she was the one who was going to make all my wishes come true merely by uttering a few words confessing her affection for me.

For a while, I began to wonder if she too harboured an affection similar to what I felt for her. There is no reason for anyone to love me: I'm not the kind who can create an ideal for anyone. I don’t think there are reasons for anyone to like me, but here was someone I wanted to worship like a goddess and wanted the goddess to worship me too. I don’t think I should harbour any such wishes considering a couple of shortcomings that make me different from everyone else.

On second thoughts, not everyone deserves to be worshipped, and yet everyone else deserves to love her. I revised my thoughts. I was going to love her as long as I lived.