While She Held My Hand

While She Held My Hand
Zeenat’s tiny hands were softer than the softest quilt I have known. Her fingers entwined around a finger I lent her.  It sent a thrill down my spine. This was an emotion I had been craving for for a long time. I felt I had got to a destination I always wanted to touch. This was where I should have got to at an earlier instance. I sometimes feel bad about the delay, but I console myself with the thought it wasn’t in my hands.



I didn’t want to move to a higher zenith now. I was standing at the top of my world, its sky had come down to shower some bliss and happiness on me. I had a reason to be happy. Her hand clung harder onto my finger. I was pushed atop the moon in a jiffy.



Her hand’s grip was stronger than that of the strongest plier I had ever used. She didn’t want to leave me, I wanted her to hold on to me forever and a day. I felt myself propelled into a different world while she held on to me. this world was better than any other world I had ever been in. There wasn’t any space for darkness and gloom here.



I began to wonder what had made me seek the essence of life in fame, glory and success. The tiny bundle of joy before me was far better than any of these. The real meaning of life was holding my finger, and it made me feel in heaven. I was before some of the best moments in my life, and they were passing by unrecorded.



I sharpened my mind to formally record these beautiful moments in my history as some important ones. This was a reminder for me that my past experiences with life had certainly given me a lot of good moments to  treasure in my heart, but they had flown away with every passing moment; there wasn’t any for in which they could be held captive. The joy and ecstasy I felt at that moment was capable of being captured in words only.



There were several experiences with life I cherished and relished; I felt sure Zeenat wasn’t going to change any of these. It is only that I now had something better to think of. Zeenat is going to add a typical tinge to the flavour I find in life.  There are more relevant problems round the corner as compared to the ones behind me.



I and my problems were quite like many different planets in our solar system. Both I and my problems rotate around a central gravitational force with a different speed. Our orbits never coincide, there can never be a collision; but there are always chances of an eclipse, and an eclipse is usually is for such a long time that it seems to stretch to an eternity.



My problems have bothered me like a pesky fly which refuses to budge an inch from my face despite all my efforts to swat it down. I feel bad when I think of all those flies swarming around Zeenat. I shall never be able to help her contest them, nor will she be able to do anything positive about them. They will only grow in numbers around her.



A fly has been creating an irritating buzz around my face, I have almost  run out of patience. It attracts a lot of its other brethren too while it hovers around me. I badly wish I had the powers to counter it along with others like it.