A Goddess To Love

A Goddess To Love
I held her hand in mine and literally dragged her behind me. I wasn’t going anywhere specific, but I wanted her to be with me wherever I went. I held her hand in a tight grip, tighter than anything else I had ever held or will ever hold. I didn’t want to leave her hand now that it was in mine. It was the best possession I ever had in my life. I really don’t know how and when my priorities in life became different, but she had already become an integral part of me. I looked at her like I see my image in a mirror: we were as inseparable now.

I marvelled at the short notice I had built a lot of ideals around her. She was the very epitome of perfection. From top to toe, she didn’t have even a single misprint. She was a goddess waiting to be prostrated before while I was her servile follower ready to fall at her feet at a slight beckon. I’m sure my willingness to do so was written all over my face waiting for a camera to capture it.

The adventure we had had a short while ago was already a part of our history begging to be preserved in a tangible form before fresh experiences were created in the long life that lay before both of us. We didn’t have the slightest inkling of our future, but while we held each other’s hand, the incumbent moment was all that counted.

Our hands fitted into each other’s like two cogwheels fit into each other, and so did our dreams, like they were not meant for any other purpose. None of us uttered a single word now: quite a bit of our thoughts passed into each other through our hands. An interpreter wasn’t required for our thoughts were transcribed into epigrams of love as soon as they found themselves within us. This is a language a lot more easily comprehended than any other code ever used by man.

It manifested in a typical form on her face. I saw a glimpse of it through a corner of my eye. There was a smile on her face indicating her happiness and satisfaction. I began to wonder if it was ephemeral like a lot of happiness I have come across. The very next moment, I shook myself out of a delirium I was sinking into. There is no reason why her happiness and satisfaction should get more weightage than mine. I should think of my happiness and consider on how it should last longer. On second thoughts, this is not feasible. Being in love means an equal amount of happiness is exchanged whenever we are together and even when we aren’t.

The only way to maintain our state of happiness is to maintain our presence beside each other. I wanted to walk into eternity while I held her hand. All mortal remains of time are going to whither off when we get there. the journey is never going to end. The time span measured between this moment and the point indicating eternity is bound to have countless aeons of time. I hope each aeon is an eternity in itself.

For the time being, I should make sure she doesn’t leave my side. I pulled her closer to myself till her warm breaths fanned my shoulder. Her being with me for a longer time is to mean more and more happiness for me. I felt sure this is how she is going to be happy too. She was getting her fingers disentangled from my grip when I guessed her motive: she wanted to leave me. We had come a long way together.

 She has to be with me till I breathe my last. I held her hand a bit tighter in desperation. I think I heard a slight squeal, but I only gripped her hand all the more tightly. I wasn’t prepared to leave her hand, while she seemed to enjoy whatever attention I gave her. I began to wonder at the contentions a slight touch of her hand had initiated in me. The train of thoughts running through my mind at a terrific speed originated in an impulsive kiss I had planted on her lips: I was yet to recover from it.

The pressure of her lips was yet fresh on my lips.  They had written a quite a few messages on my mind while they had erased quite a bit of my past from my mind too. For the time being, I held her hand as if it spelt the difference between life and death for me. A mere contact with her hand was enough to send ripples of excitement through me. Their divergent pattern reminded me of the expanding nature of our love. Our love was going to encompass quite a bit of the world around us. Quite a few new relations were on their way to being forged.

The intimate moment we had shared a while back had created a whole new world around us. I was quivering with excitement while I thought of it. I wondered if my excitement was comparable to an iota of what she had experienced a while back and what she was going through right now. A large part of it was written clearly on her face. Her face had lost the initial tinge brought about by a momentous blush, but she was becoming more beautiful than ever with every passing moment. I saw all this even while my eyes looked at the pavement before me.

I was now in a position to visualise my entire life that lay before me while I held her hand. She was an important part of it now. I began to recount everything important to live. Every packet of breath I pull into myself blows life into me just as her presence blows life into the world around me. My world thrives by virtue of her presence in it.

I hope she never leaves it.