Applying that wet handkerchief on the forehead, i tended to plunge into the past, involuntarily.
"Vivek, for god sake! just stop behaving like a little kid!"
Please, take medicines and go to sleep, honey!
Hell
no, I'm not gonna take any damn medicine anymore, that's all. You have
no freaking idea but you are nothing short of a panacea to me. How on
earth these so called medicines will cure me then (with a teasing wink).
Gosh!
You are blazing like anything with 104 degrees, still can't you stop
letting out your tricky cheesy lines? (with love soaked anger).
You know it very well my sweetie-pie, that I can't help it.
(Grinning devilishly).
See,
the mighty pen of a poet, running blood into the veins and brimming
romanticism within me can never be restrained. They only can
if...........!
Shut up! you never think of, what to say, don't you? She just stopped me to utter anymore putting her fingers on my lips.
Tulika!
hmmm.... (with teary eyes)
I wanna say something..
Yeah, please..
If
you were not in my life, I could never imagine those tears as valuable
as pearls and those blisses as stars.At times I wish this fever not to
come to end, my forehead remains on fire, then your loving aroma of
being around and your silky hands on my forehead inculcates those myriad
reasons within me to weave those loveful verses.
Oh! got you..those poems are more important to you than my love and care,aren't they? Huh..!
No way! with a teasing smile, he said.
The
thing is, it's you who makes my beat skip and that birdies of my heart
fly to the horizons just to pick those glitters and die to tag them onto
your immaculate attire. This is how poem sprouts by its own, I do
nothing darling! So, now do you believe these poetry of mine is nothing
but the embodiment of your being. Don't you?
Oh God! you know, you are just impossible. (blushing helplessly)
Whose hubby i am, after all.(winks)
With
the trailing off,she was into my arms, He, then
realized how one can complete one's whole world with this loving
gesture.
Tulika! Tulika! .........!
Voice weakens and reality bumps in, ruthlessly.
She is not gonna respond you vivek, go sleep. He murmured and starts peeping through the window..
9 years..
it's been 9 long years when her giggles used to reverberate through each
and every corner of this house and how did this time limit it merely to
my heart now.
Sigh..!!!
Sipping the coffee he keeps on pondering..
Instead of sharing my life with anyone else after the departure of her, I
decided to live it all alone, whatever it took so far, Who cares.
'Tulika' is no more in my life today, but under that Gulmohar tree that is
standing still in that corner of the park,at the bus stop nearby my
place, in those teary and blissful letters, with every single cup of tea
in the mornings, at the dinner table of every night, in every single
folds of my bed and above of all these, she is more than lively and
alive everywhere in my soul.
When
it was around, didn't make me feel incomplete even in my dreams and they
say she is not there anymore still I feel so complete with that eternal
love.
