Jab We Met
Today’s experience has been so
mesmerising that the past five hours stand out like an oasis in a desert. The oasis
is full of green and fresh vegetation and water.
It has made several spots of joy and glee on my memory that
continue to expand every single second. They shall cover all my memory soon. I
shall forget everything else quite soon, I hope.
I wish I could go back to her house only to capture all
details of her room once again. I wish I
could relive every aspect of every minuscule moment I spent with her again and
again. I wish I could stretch the past five hours into an eternity.
We came back from her
house just a few hours back, and it seems an
age has gone by since we met. Each aeon of time has been wailing her
loss ever since.
I wonder if I share these feelings with her. We met for the
first time; it made the world around me fresh and new like I had stepped in a
room for the first time.
My room has acquired a totally different picture since I
came back. My room is the same as the one I was in before I met her, but it
doesn’t seem to be the same.
She seems to be in every corner, although she isn’t. No one
is.
My room is never going to be the same again. Living in it
isn’t going to be the same ever again.
Like me, my room is also going to wait for her to be here. I
only hope it doesn’t shed any tears while it awaits her.
She is scheduled to be here soon, in a few days. At least a
few blanks in my life are soon to be filled.
Life is to be filled with hope and expectancy now. Zeenat
stepped an inch closer to reality today.
My life made a lot of promises to me a long time ago, but it
went back on them when the time to fulfil them was here. I often wonder why
life makes any promises to its subscribers when it can’t keep them.
We spend quite a bit of our lives in the hope they shall
come true. We go to all ends possible to see them in a true form, but only a
few of them turn out to be true.
Most of them remain dreams throughout our lives. They fill
our lives with challenges and prepare us for more challenges everyday.
Practically, everything good or bad in our lives begins with
a dream. All our efforts are directed at making them true, but some of them go
wrong once in a while.
Dreams are flashed before our eyelids to make us make
efforts we make to see them enacted live before us. We strive and struggle
everyday to see them in a concrete form.
I saw at least a few
of these dreams today. I wonder what
efforts I shall make in my life to see these dreams come true. I hope they are
good enough.
I saw a lot more dreams once upon a time. I made my efforts
to see them enacted live before me, I shall keep up my efforts, and I hope at
least a few of them do come true.
I suddenly realise that my room is better than any dream. It
is as bright and airy as it was yesterday, but when I think of her room, it
appears to be better than mine.
Her presence, her company was what was special about it. My
room shall also acquire the same traits when she is here.
I don’t want to be alone in my room. I want to be with her, I
wish I could spend the rest of my life with her.
Her company made her room appear more spacious than mine. My
room seems to have shrunk since I left it a few hours ago. Its walls have begun
to converge on me.
I’ve begun to feel stifled in my room. It lacks the charm
and lustre it once had.
This is quite like coming back from a visit to a place as
glamorous as the Taj Mahal. Looking at even a replica of the Taj is going to
remind me of her room for a long time.
I wish I could go back to her room to locate all I miss
about it.
The magnificence and grandeur of the Taj wasn’t a part of her
room. All the same, her very presence
made the experience terrific and splendid.
I wish I could fill her in to supplement all that is missing in my room. she is to be
in my room in a few days, the deficit is going to be filled in soon.
Her being her is going to make my room as good as her room. everything
is going to be bright and shiny.
I realise it was her presence that added to the values of
her room. It is what made her room all
the more bright and congenial.
I badly miss her presence in my room. My room badly misses
her.
All said and done, I can’t pin-point what exactly I miss
about her. I did look at her closely while with her; I almost made her uncomfortable with my stare. But
then, I was also subjected to a similar scrutiny while in her room: it was
a pleasure.
We were before each other for the first time in our lives. I
did click a few pictures of the novelty before me to preserve the moments in a
permanent form, but I couldn’t capture the excitement within me.
I’m sure she was as much excited , although she didn’t
betray any of it.
I wonder if it is her face I want to look at again. If
things go as planned, I shall have to look at it every single day for the rest
of my life.
I only have to wait for a few days.
