Love: A Micro-Tale

The cellphone was lying idle. He kept gazing over it with optimism. Hope is a good thing, they say. The gust of Easterly winds almost smashed the window pane. He didn't pay heed to the gale. His eyes, lost in the array of faith, had never been this poignant. He seldom talked. Silence is indeed mysterious. Upon all this hysteria, the phone still donned a blank expression. He had an early morning flight to catch. It was already past midnight. The pale dark sky of the night did little to lighten up an already gloomy atmosphere. The breeze blew again, as if it was a reminder for him to sleep. He wouldn't. He delayed his trance. Patience is indeed a virtue. Finally the phone pomped a notification. He grabbed it with innate trepidation. His eyes lit with endless utopia. Such was the denotation and gravity within him for that memo.


The message read: 'Reach the Yale Coffee Journal. Evening 5 sharp.'
He replied: 'As you command, señora!'

With that he went to sleep. A sleepless night beckoned. An early flight seldom makes the night smooth. For the love of running errands at the eleventh hour, he seldom makes any botch.

The morning came rather quick. He rushed through all the important stuff. He had already pre-booked a cab. He didn't have time to check the estimated price. He was feeling thrilled. Once his air journey would end, he would meet her. And after a year. He couldn't hide his elation. His mind was filled with ferment. The vehicles on the street seemed like luminaries in his ever blossoming chimera. She meant the world to him. She was happiness.
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Contrary to regular days, he reached Yale Journal 15 minutes before time. This wasn't any official meeting of course. Or neither was it an interview for any commercial spot. Yet this assemblage was something very festive, and of zeal. He was dressed in his finest. He always does, when he has a parley with her.

'Hey, mister! Arrived so soon?' called a voice from behind.

He recognized that voice. The allurement of that was lateral to none. It was the most serene hymn.  The alchemy associated with that modulation was magical enough to expunge melancholy and gloominess from this planet. Wow!

He turned. There she was, standing with an utmost charisma. His heart paved way for enchantment, like always. Her mere sight was so amiable and gratifying that he almost forgot the twinge of the past one year. She resembled the finest form of the most beautiful celestial being.  Her grace and glamor was the epitome of an eternal bliss. Her sublime hair echoed the gleam of the evening aurora. He was left mousy. Their eyes met. Hers were a magical pair of ken whose charm would sail even the far outreach of the Universe. Such was her ubiety! There was an occult laconism. He got strayed in the abysmal artistry of her personality. He didn't have words to greet the one person who meant the terrene to him. Words rarely thrive to materialize in such situations. How should he describe the happiness she brings upon him? Or will he remain silent like always?

'Meet Subhash! He's the one I wanted to tell you about. We are getting hitched next month.' With that line, she introduced this person, Subhash, who was beside her. He was a fine-built person, with long hair. His way of style was something which defines contempo day genre. But that didn't matter. Nothing did. Subhash and Ananya are getting married.

'Well, Congratulations! And hello Subhash, my name's Aditya. I am sure you two are gonna make a splendid pair!'

Love was something which never got detached. Weddings and promises of being forever together, bounded by rituals, were all man-made customs to swear allegiance between two souls. He remained away from all these. He loved her in his own way. A person has only one life to live. And only that to love. He will ardor her forever. And beyond that. She would never know that. Tenderness and cherishment such as these are benevolent. Devotion will live forever. Without any boundary. And in every form possible. And that is possibly, what can be defined as love.

'Until next time, Ananya.'