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It was just another day I was sitting and doing the most difficult task; doing nothing. The park was less crowded, couples here and there was hidden behind the trees hand in hand and chatting. Elderly couples were obeying their doctor’s words to go around the park how much ever times they could. The twilight made the place enchanting as the reddish yellow race of the Sun peeped through the leaves and branches of the trees. Kids were busy in enjoying their most with the swings, climbers and the seesaw before their happiness ends up with the call for home works. The wind was little heavier but soothing. I sat wondering how everybody else was happy except me though I was not sad.
An envelope slapped my cheeks, came flying from some corner of the park. Somebody has dropped it down as waste or might have slipped from their note or book, I thought. It was not glued helping me to open it without tearing it. I took out the folded sheet of paper from the envelope and could smell the aroma of rose when I opened it. The guy should have sprayed some scent after writing I guess. It should be a love letter, I thought. I was not wrong, the letter ended with “with love” and a heart-in symbol. Should I read it or not, I didn’t know. The handwriting was neat and perfect. I looked around for somebody who should be in search of the letter. I found nobody; everyone was busy with their happy life. I then decided to read.
If I were you who were reading this letter, I would have crushed and threw the paper.
How bizarre to start a love letter. I wondered who this guy could be, writing love letter when people don't even have a pen in their pocket.
But it is you, who could not crush anything with your rosy palms.
Aha! There he goes, brilliantly telling the lady to not to crush without reading.
I do not want anybody to encrypt my love, spread it in air and decrypt it to you to read that is why I choose the most ancient but lovable way to express my love – a letter.
Ancient! It was just a decade this technical chaos took over the love letters, anyways brilliant.
When there are many girls around you busy with their mobile phones in their hands, the day I saw you, you were sitting alone with your palms on your cheeks. It was not you for whom I was looking for but you replaced everything I was searching. I wished you should see me at least by the corner of your eyes alike every other girl does. But you didn’t. I learnt that that was not your style. You looked straight into my eyes. I was not prepared for the spear from your eyes, my eyes stumbled.
Eyes stumbled! Mmm…
When my eyes waved to see the other girls sitting around you my pupil turned to you again and again. Just like the wave from the sea, the pressure that pushes the water to the shore again and again, the something which I could not name, the feeling for which I don't have a name turned my eyes to you. I don't want you to move neither I want to move. You got up to walk away; angles do not listen to human’s, I know. You walked like a slender vine. I wanted to whisper in your ears “Dear slender vine, catch me and roll me up. I could stand by you for life long.”
Slender vine! A slim girl!
You walked only a little here and there crossing my eyes but with every glimpse I clicked a snap of your image and stored in my mind. You stuck to me and left me not from the day I saw you. Back home, next morning I was listening to a music which was soft and romantic. I stood and danced slowly to the rhythm of the sound. I closed my eyes and moved my legs; I opened my arms when the singer called for his lover for a hug. There you come, in my arms.
We moved to the music, I listened to the acoustic of your breathe. The music grew more romantic kindling more romance in air. Caressing you kindled little lust in my body. I held your hips, you grabbed my neck. We were moving our legs with chin in chin. When your nose kissed my nose our breath mixed and our sprites exchanged. I let my soul get inside you and you left my soul with me. We hugged like broken parts of mirror which shows two images when broken and one image when fixed together.
Broken mirror! Wow that was a good metaphor. And Sprites exchanged! A confession! Hope she do not picks up the exact meaning.
You whispered something in my ear; I said that I didn’t hear. You placed your lips over my ear and said marry me. I didn’t know how I should react so I left it to my body and soul to react. I leaned over you shoulder and tears drenched your neck. “Leave me not for a while, for I could drown in longing and die” I whispered. You tightened your hug.
Oh! Oh! This is an unusual love proposal.
“Take me and never let me go” you replied. I scooped you in my arms and started walking toward the light. I don't want to open my eyes for you could vanish from my vision. But all this to happen I thought I should write. And that is why this letter is in your hands. “Will you marry me?” will be a question but I don't want to ask you for anything; just marry me, we will walk towards that light.
– With love…
No name at the end.
Aha! How does name matters when the guy hands it over to his girl. I folded the paper and put it into the envelope. The next moment I saw a guy sitting at the other corner of the bench I was sitting.
“Will she be impressed?” He asked me.
“All the best”, I said and handed the letter to him.