Wednesday 19 December 2012

Lingering Oceans Via Emotions ~ Chapisode 2


This is absolutely a piece of LOVE FICTION and names used are completely fictional and do not represent any person or identity. 

PROLOGUE
Once upon a time in wonderland named ‘Love-dale’ lived an average looking metro-sexual man named Adam and a voluptuous very good- looking woman called Eve. They had never met before, but the moment they met they fell…FELL in for the most sort after emotion called LOVE. It was almost disaster at the first sight. They were attracted to each other as if they were two unlike poles of a magnet, they met and met again, inseparable, entwined they made it made it to each other's core. She blushed and he blushed even more they were blissfully unaware what was to follow… 
Adam decided to write a BLOG about LOVE... for which he started an online interactive group.... LINGERING OCEANS VIA EMOTIONS
Here are some excerpts from his blog.....

~Chapisode 2 ~
Now it was Adams turn to share his love tale...
Mine was not so dreamy or passionate one like Nethan's narration.  It was just a simple, girl meets boy at college, kind of a union. If Nethan's was a single episode first union, mine was a complete thirteen episode miniseries.
It was a friend’s birthday and we, I and Evan (Eve) were introduced to each other. 
It couldn’t have been love at first sight, at all. She was surrounded by all the boys of the group, not because she was the most sought after girl or something, it was just because she preferred being with male company. Not that she was a tomboy but she had no guiles at all. At least, that is what came across at our first meeting. 
My classmate Shikha who was also a friend of Evan gave us a treat with a few home- made chocolates. By the time she reached Evan she was left with only one chocolate and I was still left to be treated with a display of her huge heart. 
Imagine somebody giving chocolates for a birthday treat at college. So I and Evan were left with just one chocolate between us and Shikha was left with the big dilemma of deciding her precedence. I made things easier for her by dividing the big oval piece of chocolate into two and shared one half of it with Evan. Evan very flirtingly called me a kanjoos
The correct action, I believe, was to offer the entire piece to the lady. So sweet! 
I was even a bigger flirt. I felt sharing a piece of chocolate was even sweeter. 
That was the first time I noticed two things about Evan. Her black long hair covering her bottom almost completely, which she flauntingly threw around while turning away from me and her sweet childlike voice with which she called me a kanjoos.  
Next I met her in the gent’s compartment of the local-train. She usually traveled by the gent’s compartment. That day I noticed another thing about her she had this wonderful and unique way of tying up her hair neither with a clip nor with a rubber band, instead she used a handkerchief to tie up her beautiful silky long hair. 
I realized her hair were silky enough because they just brushed me teasingly as the wind blew through the door as I stood just next to her with my hand making an arc much above her petite body. 
That was the day we actually talked. She was quite an intellect and she spoke very articulately. That explained for her not being popular with girls. 
We spoke for the entire twenty-five minutes of our train journey and at the end of it we decided we would travel together every day as we boarded the train from the same station and our destination too was the same. Though we had other common friends who traveled with us but none of them were girls who would opt traveling in a gent’s compartment. 
One day as we were traveling towards our common destination with our common male friends I just happened to make a passing remark that how girls can never stop chatting continuously. Evan took it personally and challenged me that she could go without talking for days. I hit back with a milder challenge and asked her to be quiet for at least the twenty- five minutes of our journey back home. She agreed on one condition that if she would win I would have to drop her to her Tae- kwon- do classes. 
Any which ways I was not going to lose. 
On our way back she happily remained quiet for the entire journey and I even more happily lost the bet. Though we spoke nothing with words we spoke a lot with our eyes. I noticed her attractive expressive eyes as they clearly reflected plain mischief in them. 
I had lost and so I kept my gentle man’s promise of escorting her to her Tae- kwon- do classes. She did everything that was opposite to what any normal being would call feminine. But that day after her classes when she held my hand in a church; she took me to, which was just next to her classes; I felt she was completely true to her gender. My hands were a little too soft for a man but her's were truly tender. 
While she walked carefree oblivion to the world around us holding my hand as if she owned me I warily walked passed through the crowded lanes coyly enjoying my first touch of opposite sex. For all the rough hobbies she enjoyed her hand was amazingly soft and actually I felt like kissing it but did not have the guts to do so.
We men are always a little slow when it comes to expressing emotions. Women are comfortable expressing it quickly as well as bravely. 
Then we met and kept meeting not just at the college campus, the canteen and the train but also other wise. We planned out dates at the beach and many other places. I always lied to my parents and she always told she was out with me. That was Evan carefree and forthright. 
We were at one of our favorite hide outs, which we fondly christened ‘Pinto’s Hut’ but this time we were with many of our friends and it was New Year’s Eve. We had kept the music low, practically there was no illumination except for the clear moon light and we were almost all in couples so there was enough privacy to ourselves. We danced our way out in the lawn of 'Pinto’s Hut' and were swaying to the lovely music and lyrics of ‘Hold me now, touch me now….I don’t wanna live without you…’ when I looked into her eyes she was already completely in my arms I held her even tight and going very close to her ears, whispered ‘Would you like to be the mother of my kids?’
I just said it. I had never heard it before. I had never planned it before. It just happened. It was truly magical. The magic of love.
She in turn expressed her reply of affirmation first by completely surrendering herself into my arms and than looking me into my eyes and kissing me on my lips. Moonlight shone on us like Gods were blessing us, others around us were oblivion of what we were experiencing and so were we oblivion of any animate or inanimate thing around us. What mattered to us was just that moment of warmth that we felt from the deep hug and that unexplainable feeling that we were basking in, of our lips completely in each other's pocket and just some music filtered into our ears…'Nothing’s gonna change my love for you…

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