Leaping Over A Rainbow

Leaping Over A Rainbow
What made her different was precisely what made her beautiful. I was thunderstruck when I realised she was different from everyone else in her own typical way. This can be said to be true for all of us, everyone is different and unique in his or her own particular way, but in her case, it sounded a louder and brighter bell than it ever had. I wish there was a way possible to add to the symphony created by her presence in my world.  

I was bent on discovering the sweetest chord of the orchestra screaming in all decibels around me. I looked at her again and again, but she held her cards quite  close to herself. There was a typical catharsis singeing through me while she looked at me through an artificial veil let down by tradition, which was thrown up the very next moment. She had beautiful eyes; it certainly wasn’t the only point of merit she possessed, but they made her all the more beautiful. And once again, it certainly made her stand out of the rest of the crowd, those in the room, and even those without. I let out a deep breath as if I had come to  a station I was headed for, and I was here after a lot of deliberation.

My heart jumped over heights Wordsworth’s heart did when he saw  a  rainbow in the sky. I now realise the proverbial rainbow may have to be raised a bit higher to provide a comfortable gap between it and the height my heart wanted to leap to. I leapt a bit higher with joy: she wasn’t going to vanish in a jiffy like all good things in my life.

She was to be with me for a  long time, and a longer time than I ever wanted her to be with me. we were to cross all frontiers created by time together, and somehow, I feel even time was going to bow down before us. It will be more of a concerted effort now that we no longer were celibates. I wanted to pump all these values and many more into her but I realised she was sleeping beside me. nothing could be done without shaking her out of her slumbers, and I certainly didn’t want to disturb a miracle that lay by my side.

I kissed her on her closed eyes, to initiate a whole lot of dreams behind those closed eyelids. I know they were going to have me behind them as their sole protagonist now. There had been several other protagonists till now, but all of them were to be replaced by only me. I did pause to wonder at the speed at which the transformation had taken place, it gave me a typical satisfaction to be valued as important.

All ideals and values she held in her celibacy are going to be revised now. She has an entirely new set of dreams now. I wonder if she dreams of Zeenat. On second thoughts, Zeenat doesn’t figure anywhere else except behind my closed eyes. She is all set to chase her new dreams till they run to an end, and I shall make sure I am also with her when she touches the finishing-line. 

The truth is we are never to reach  a finishing-line because there simply isn’t one. What we have in our minds is a fictive one, and its purpose is only to make us make more efforts to get to an end every day. it is going to move ahead every moment ; a new dawn announces the beginning of a new day in our lives every day, and every day is going to be as beautiful as she is.