There was once a little girl, all of eight ,who loved going to weddings. She loved the scent of tuberoses ,roses and sandalwood ,the aroma of coconut ,cooking meat and jaggery wafting from the kitchen mingled with the scent of jasmines in the air …she admired the women in rustling silk sarees n matching jewellery wearing jasmines on their hair serving tea and snacks ….everyone decked In their finery. … Busy men overseeing the outdoor arrangements, standing in groups discussing .
Laughter and music ,children running about ,cousins meeting and laughing….
it was at one such wedding, her cousins were all gathered , but this time there was a squabble, a squabble over who had the the most chairs, boys vs girls, the boys were stronger , they pulled out every chair, the girls weren’t going to let go , they fought fiercely back. It was then she saw him, sitting aloof, away from the fight, but with the boys, something in his eyes caught her attention, was it sadness, loneliness that she saw there,she was too young to know. All she knew was she had to reach out to him in friendship. She went up to him and invited him to come to be with them, he refused. She tried again and failed…yet the look in his eyes that looked liked he was almost ready to cry, never left her mind.
Years went by, the incident long forgotten, the boy and the girl were at the same weddings, a few more times, the boy’s friend was getting married to the girl’s brother, the boy’s cousin who was the girls friend was getting married , yet they never met … Not even once ….
Years later, the girl happily married.loved to narrate stories from her childhood to her husband …she was narrating about how cousins fought over chairs at a wedding. Oh yes I remember one he said and went on to share one he was at to her.
“Oh I was there too” she exclaimed! Then out of the blue, it came back to her mind, Oh were you the boy that didn’t join in ?she asked, “yes” he replied.
I remember you !! she cried … She still remembered those almost red teary brown eyes…the only boy in shorts…..sitting among some hormone crazed boys fighting it out with equally hormonal girls ,arms crossed across his chest….she remembered him so vividly right down to the colour of the shorts he wore…Sadly he didn’t remember her at all !
That boy was you and the girl me ….
And thus our paths crossed several times unaware of the fact that we were destined to be together forever. And always.
Happy Anniversary J . … We were meant to be! even if I sometimes wonder aloud why i even bother putting up with you ,when you annoy me so much :P<3