5 days to go, I had my heart up in my sleeves. I had decided
the day – It has to be the Valentine’s Day. I knew that those 120 hours would
accumulate countless of memories, in-numerable thoughts and a constant ray of
worry that would, with each passing minute, intense as if to scare the left, out
of me.
2 months ago, I had met her. It was when we had started our new
session at college. She was a new admission, choosing to be the stranger in her
own surroundings – I probably was her first friend in this place. And, believe
me – It did not happen by chance. There are moments that I would be happy to
tell, but I don’t have words enough to express them. There was something
special about that day, there was something special about her too – for I know
not, what kept me fixated at her, was it her charming smile? Or her looks which
with every passing second mesmerized me to a new level. It was not until the
moments later, that I realized, Love at first sight still exists
.
We came closer, being in a same class, discussions were
bound to happen and never to cease, with topics ranging from one aura of random
to another. She was the only child, bearing no siblings, I quite did understand
that she was the one, who was always pampered, and need be, I would have to be
the one who would take her persuasions, tantrums and everything but I was ready
– I was in love.
If it would have been in my hand, I would have spent waiting
those 120 hours pass, every second in a conscious of awake. For I was too, anxious
to know her reply. To know what she would answer to my eternal question. We
never talked on this but it seemed too natural to be talked upon. I had decided
that I would ask her the best way I could.
So I bought out my father’s tuxedo, dressed in white and black
and bought her a beautiful ring, which might look even better when placed on
her finger. The stages and props were set, it was her birthday on 14th
of February itself, so I had, even better reason to let myself keep occupied to
it. I did ask her parents’ permission, for setting up a surprise birthday party
for her. I let them unaware of my other intentions.
I called twice in the morning, thrice in the afternoon and
countless times in evening to make sure that everything was ready, as the day
for my judgement was tomorrow. I had advised my friends to keep the party
blasters, and a camera and snow-sprays ready when I finally go on my knees. I
wanted to record every bit of it, so that later we could look at it and smile,
in a way no heavenly feeling does.
It was the longest night, but perhaps the special talk on
the midnight was something which kept me awake the following night.
“Happy Birthday”, I said hiding my excitement for the following
day.
“Thank you so much”, said she, probably sensing my excitement
for the following day. “Where is my gift?” she asked.
“You’ll get it tomorrow”, I told her and smiled meekly.
“I’ll accept it”, she said quietly.
And it was enough to keep me awake the following night.
The morning break out, but I was out of the bed already,
prior to breaking of dawn. Called once to my love, and made sure she has a
beautiful valentine this year.
So it was all set, with party going on – a party which was
conducted not only for her celebrations but also for a youth who wanted to
indulge in love – for the celebrations of Valentine’s Day
.
The cake was brought up, and she was handed the knife to cut
it. I knew it was my chance to make a move, so I grabbed the knife in her hand
and kept it on the table aside, I didn't want her to make a ferocious move if
she rejected me. She looked puzzled, but I was here to solve it. Taking a small
box from my coat’s pocket, went of my knees – The silence surrounded us as if
the world wanted to hear those golden words. “Will you be mine?” I uttered with
extreme delicacy.
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She was numb, from head to toe, except her tears which
flowed with the stream making a path of her fair cheeks.
“I accept it”, was all she said, and the surroundings were
covered with the snow sprays and party blasters all over. And most importantly,
we had captured the precious moment of her life, in the pixels to be repeated
again and again. I did realize, that things done bolder, are better.
Tanishq Sharma
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