Sounds I Heard, But She Couldn’t

Sounds I Heard, But She Couldn’t
Her words spoke louder than the enormous silence between us. They came out  without her moving her lips. Her eyes said it all, and yet her words resonated within my being for a long time. Possession of her secret gave me a typical thrill. She had confessed her love for me. it was the first time she had said she loved me, and, although I knew it all along, it sent a typical thrill down my spine.  

it felt like being born the very day. I was prepared to die again and again if only to be born again and again in a similar manner. If I was to hear her confess her love for me, I was prepared to lend all my ears to her. At the same time, it felt like I was empowered with a secret weapon to be used against her anytime I wanted to. She was looking at me, and in a short while, I comprehended all secrets her eyes wanted to articulate which her lips couldn’t. They were meant only for me; I felt honoured when I realised this. She lowered her gaze the next moment.

Her lowered gaze spoke louder than her confession. She raised her eyes for another moment to look at me through the latticed windows of her life while I was at the other end. Quite a few secrets were visible through the window: I wanted to absorb all of them within myself, but she was not willing to let go any of them. She held all of them so close to her heart that it wasn’t hard to hear their stifled screams. All the same, I’m glad I hold her biggest secret---that she loves me!

I never knew she harboured any amorous designs for me till that moment; it was a surprise for me. All the same, I felt myself up in the air the very next moment. A typical thrill ran down my spine at this realisation. She had trusted me with a secret, and I wasn’t going to betray  her trust.

I was going to love her too, and love her with an equal intensity. I made up my mind to bestow all my secrets upon her. There are quite a few of them she is not going to like. I shall not share them with her. I made a firm determination. They are like the extra pieces of a jigsaw-puzzle supplied with the rest meant to confuse anyone solving it. They can never confuse her, I feel sure. She has her own secret way to get to the final picture. She is all set to fill-in some of its most important pieces by virtue of her love.

 She herself is a missing piece of a jigsaw-puzzle all of us search for to complete a dream all of us see every day. Several different people shall have to contribute to the final effort put into its completion. I am determined to complete the picture in a record time, but there are so many missing pieces in the jigsaw-puzzle before me that I often doubt whether I can ever complete the picture.

I felt I had come  a step towards my goal when I read her confession in her eyes, but I might as well be wrong in interpreting her signs. After all, she is only one of the thousands of pieces required to complete the picture. All said and done, she is one of the most important pieces.

I wonder if she heard all sounds made by my palpitating heart throbbing wildly to pronounce my feelings. I don’t think so.