A Fountain Of Love

A Fountain Of Love
Quite a few silent whispers echoed through us while we held each other’s hands. Loud and sonorous heart-beats crept into our minds as we walked along. While I heard all sounds her heart made quite clearly, she let out a loud gasp as her heart missed a beat. She tightened her grip over my hand when this happened. This was a loud confession of love in a jungle of whispers. I felt as if she was asking me about all those who had held my hand before her; her query floated in my mind like a cloud.

Her breaths still rushed in and out of her like a wild hare. They blew away all clouds formed in my mind. She had calmed down considerably after the initial surge of emotions, but some trickles of perspiration on her forehead were enough to give away her itinerary through a memorable adventure a while back to a wayfarer.  She looked at me for a while. I too looked at her at the same moment. We deciphered a lot of secrets coded in each other’s eyes. I could hardly believe we were strangers only a few hours ago.

I’m sure she heard my heart thumping madly in me as clearly as I heard her heart thumping madly in her. These sounds ultimately diluted all differences between us. My heart beat like a drum announcing a military-parade of soldiers ready for war. It was a war against a long and dark period of solitude and gloom I had been through.

All soldiers were marching along in a straight line in quest of an ideal I had discovered in her.  Each battalion had been yearning for what it found in her: love. The parade had finally reached an end defined by her. She reflected quite a bit of care and attention I craved for from someone special. The definition of this individual has varied along different stages and periods of my life, but this moment was when it couldn’t be improved in any form; all words of the definition were very clear.

She had become someone really special in my life. I felt sure she has all powers to turn my history into dust; each granule of it is to have a pile of gold in it, I know. Her presence is to erase all golden memories and replace them with platinum ones. They are to be with me as long as I live, I know.

It didn’t take a long time for her to guess all that was running through my mind at the pace of the Shatabdi Express. Apparently, quite a bit of it was written on my face too, like a lot of secrets were transcribed on her face. The wild embrace we had been in a while back had given away quite a few secrets. None of them were in a position to be retained within us for even a moment longer.

I gave her hand a tight squeeze to affirm all these secrets running wildly through me still ran through me. They ran a bit harder, with the speed of a supersonic-jet with the reinforced contact I had made with her. She seemed to be thrilled by the latest splurge in emotions I had displayed; it was written all over on her face; all of it was yearning to come out in words. I wonder how she managed to suppress them.

Her silence articulated a passive acceptance of a silent proposal of love shouted by my fingers struggling to hold a prize tighter and closer to my heart lest it should fall off. I don’t know if anyone had ever held her hand any tighter. I don’t know about any of my competitors, I don’t want to.

What mattered was that I had her hand in my hand, and it was better than any trophy I had ever run for. For a while, I did wonder why her grip was not as strong as mine, if she loved me as much. The next moment, I realised it didn’t make a lot of difference whose grip was tighter at that moment; both of us were happy.

I was taking her to an unknown place, where happiness and bliss were galore. No amount of sorrow could ever touch any of us there. It was to be a long and tough journey through many dry deserts and deep oceans. There were going to be several lions and sharks on our way. She winced a bit when I pulled her closer to me; I wondered if it was painful for her, but she only smiled at me.  

She was happy and this made me happier. I wish I knew if it made her happier if when I pulled her closer to me. Several birds were chirping near us; perhaps this was a sign indicating her happiness.

I wish there was a way we could melt into each other. A whole new world within us waited to be explored; I was prepared to wander through her for my lifetime like someone lost in a labyrinth. The labyrinth was sure to terminate in her heart, and this was where I wanted to be. I want to live in her heart, and even die in it. I don’t know if we were going to find such bliss and happiness ever again in our lives. Those moments were really beautiful. I wanted to live my whole life in the single moment while I held her hand in mine.

The truth is that I had developed a severe phobia of being alone in a wild-wild world. This was what had prompted me to embrace her. I was pining for love and affection when I embraced her and pulled her closer to myself to make sure she was with me.  I have never regretted anything.

She had not resisted because she was going through the same set of emotions and feelings at the time. It was a fortunate coincidence that we were near the same fountain of love when both of us were thirsty.