It is the soul that matters

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

5 hours in a woman's mind

Sara was at home that day. She had waited for 3 long months to see her love, who had gone out for some official purpose. But when the day started, she could wait no longer and eagerly awaited the evening. She was so excited that she took an off that day. She had already thought of all the preparations to be done for that evening, and now started working towards it.

She cleaned the house, cooked her special preparations. She knew what Aryan likes for dinner.
She decorated the table. Since afternoon, she was ready for that long awaited dinner. She had kept two very beautiful candles on the dining table.

She finished all that she had to do, but time was passing real slowly. She sat down and switched on the television set. She was just fidgeting with the remote control, surfing through all the channels, without noticing what the channels were showing. She could not think of anything else. My love, my Aryan would be home, after three long months, which seemed like three decades. It is so difficult to live without him. She had missed him so much.

She felt as if the time is running real slow, looking at her watch every half a minute. She wanted evening to come very soon, but also realized that it will take its own sweet time to come, and knew that it is still five hours away. She switched off the TV, and sat besides the window, where they had spent hours together. She saw outside the window. It was a beautiful rainy day. She saw green trees everywhere. It was so pleasant. She saw children playing in the water. They were getting wet and enjoying the rains. That reminded her of the day when she was with Aryan. Aryan was taking all the care not to get wet. She was in her own childish mood and wanted to get wet and play in the rains. She was going out from under the umbrella, and Aryan was pulling her back in. She just didn’t listen, snatched the umbrella from him and closed it. Finally Aryan realized that all his efforts would be in vain, and she wouldn’t listen. She started dancing and forced him to dance along. He had no choice but to dance. And then they were singing, dancing and playing in the rains. He didn’t say it but he too enjoyed it. She thought of all that, giggled, shook her head and tapped her forehead. In a second’s time, she thought of all the times when she had troubled him and Aryan always used to bear all her silly behaviors.

She just couldn’t help smiling. Each and every thought of Aryan brought a beautiful smile on her face. Anybody could have noticed her happiness. She thought of everything, she could about her husband. She thought of all the lovely moments she had spent with him. She went down the memory lane and remembered the time when she first met him. How they became great friends, they could talk about anything, from sports to politics to relationships. They were so comfortable with each other. And later, when both of them had realized that its something more than friendship. She was waiting desperately for him to propose to her. And, finally the moment had come. He told her those three golden words, which made her feel top of the world. His words were echoing in her ears. She was waiting since a long time to hear that, and that moment had finally come. She was so happy. She could hear nothing else that day. She could think of nothing else that day.

Then they started meeting more frequently. Both of them now knew, yes, this is the one. The smile on their faces and the twinkle in their eyes, when they were together could be seen by everyone. And anybody could say how happy they are when they are together. Along with the good moments they had spent together, she also thought of the bitter experiences they have had. But the clarification of the misunderstandings had only brought them closer. She was thinking all this, and just couldn’t help smiling.


She again looked at the watch. Oh! 2 more hours left. She returned to her dream world. She thought of the time, when he had first held her hand, when he touched her for the first time. It was as if she had skipped a heart beat. She had closed her eyes because she wanted to capture that moment and not let it go. She had never felt the same before. His touch was so different than others. Her body became numb for a few seconds; she forgot everything else. She even forgot what she was saying. As if he had pressed the mute button in her. His touch made her feel so special. It made her feel like a woman. She felt wanted. She felt yes, there is somebody in the world to whom she means a lot and this person means a lot to her. She felt as if she is in a different world and she could see nobody else other than him there. And she just didn’t feel like coming back to this real world.

She saw the watch again. It was just an hour for his flight to arrive. She began redoing her make-up. She wanted to look at her best, as if she is getting married again. She was dressed in her best dress. She sat in the car and started driving towards the airport. She stopped at a shop, bought some chocolates and started driving again. She was still smiling. She was very happy. She was going to meet that special person, who made her feel as if she is the happiest and the luckiest woman on the earth.

Finally, she reached the airport. After parking the car, she rushed towards the terminal. She was getting very impatient now. Her eyes were searching for Aryan. And just then her phone rang. It was Aryan. He informed her that he has reached and will be with her in a few moments. Wow. What else could she ask for? He is coming. He is coming. My love is coming. Oh God, what is taking him so long to come out? Where is he? ..................Oh my my………..there he comes. Aryan was perfectly dressed in his formal attire and had the looks of a very confident person. She saw him. Tears started pouring from her eyes. She was so happy……….she wanted to dance, sing, laugh, cry all at the same time. Aryan could see her happiness. Without her saying it, he knew how much she had missed him. He had missed her too, but not as much as a woman can miss a man, he thought……….


Posted by Nats :: Tuesday, June 28, 2005 :: 1 comments

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