a midsummer night's dream

I’ll bet a sleepy girl somewhere in the world closed her eyes last night and suddenly found herself twirling.

Twirling hand-in-hand, ballroom dancing with the love of her life. Instead of the worn out nightdress and sweatpants she’d put on before bed, she gasped to find herself draped in the most elegant, exquisite evening gown she’d ever laid her eyes upon. With a humble inward smile, she secretly felt like the most beautiful girl in the room… and believe me, it’s because she was.

She was slightly hesitant at first because everything felt a bit fuzzy and she wasn’t exactly sure who this mysterious admirer was dancing opposite her, but it was both unmistakable and innately obvious that this handsome boy in his striking tuxedo was the ONE. She couldn’t explain it but deep down she KNEW she was dancing with the man of her dreams. He smiled down at her and her knees instantly went weak as a myriad of butterflies threatened to explode from her chest. She couldn’t explain what was happening, she could only feel it. The atmosphere was glistening and the moment was so enchanting, she didn’t even try not to blush.

There was something delightfully familiar about this ballroom duet, this prince and princess swirling and swaying in time with the orchestra. The place was packed and the spiraling motions coated her peripheral vision in a vivid blur of brilliant light and color, but she only had eyes for her boy, and she couldn’t bring herself to unlock her gaze from his. They waltzed and whirled for hours it seemed until she observed a roguish grin sweep across his face before he winked and swept her through an empty doorway and out into the night air. What a stud. She found herself on an open courtyard balcony overlooking a lush green countryside which stretched out for miles in all directions. This was definitely NOT the city she fell asleep in. This was a palace, an old stone castle built right into the rocky bluffs and craggy cliffs of the hills which was silhouetted by the evening sun . She could barely catch her breath. What was happening? Was she in a fairytale?

Twilight approached swiftly as the stars beat down on the old stone veranda and formed pools of light that seemed to shimmer and ripple like tiny oceans. The mysterious boy took her by the hand and led her down a secret staircase that steered them down into the deep evergreen darkness below. The forest reached out to embrace the duo as as a nightly procession of crickets and tree frogs struck up a gentle chorus and serenaded the two lovers deeper into the enchanting arboreal realm. Only the sharpest of eyes peering down from the balcony above could glimpse their silent silhouettes steal through the flower garden, skirt past the goldfish pond, and then disappear into a heavy thicket of blue spruce and white pine.

The eventide deepened and yet she couldn’t brush aside whatever uncanny familiarity this dark, handsome stranger seemed to embody. What was it about this mystery boy? Had she known him before? There was something about his eyes… something enigmatic but beautiful. Was he a stranger from a distant dream? Was he a long-since forgotten acquaintance she’d met long ago? A sudden rush of adrenaline pulsed through her veins. This was beyond words. She marveled silently as they crept through the shadows like thieves, tunneling under the heavy evening hush that hung suspended above the treetops. Her pulse pounded like rising thunder and her eyes grew wide. Suddenly a strange sensation cascaded over her. She felt as though she were made for this moment. This dashing boy, this sense of romance and wonder all around her, this dreamlike reality. She squeezed the boy’s hand and felt him squeeze back.



She’d never felt so alive.

They pressed on into the thick undergrowth until at last the forest seemed to step aside and there in the center of a small clearing, they beheld the yawning mouth of a crystal cavern. The sudden sight struck her with goosebumps but not the kind you get when something frightens you… for this was real, genuine exhilaration. Her cheeks flushed with excitement. The jagged halo of rocks protruding from the hillside reminded her of a skeletal shark mouth, something you’d find in a museum. What was in this cavern? What was it doing here? How deep did it plunge? Where did it lead?

Suddenly the boy turned and smiled at her as if to say “shall we?” before motioning to the cave. Before she could answer, he leaned down and kissed her and in that instant, everything slowed down and she felt as though she could hear the stars overhead flicker and pop with supercharged electricity. The cloudy overcast pulled back and an endless celestial sky opened up above them. The world seemed to burst with energy and light. Still too surprised to utter a word, the tall handsome boy again took her by the hand in the darkness and whispered five words into her ear:

This is not a dream my love.

And then, hand-in-hand, they stepped into the black unknown, ready for anything. The ground heaved and gave way as the mighty sound of rushing wings split the silence like thunder and suddenly they were falling. She felt as though she’d stepped into another world in which gravity had no grip over her. The forest above, the castle in the bluffs, and the deep green countryside all seemed to uproot and plunge into the blackness after them as the great shark’s mouth swallowed them whole. She felt like screaming but not from panic or foreboding, rather a joyful giddy shout of pure bliss. Everything was beautiful and she was perfectly happy in this frozen moment, lost in an unknown world where above all else, she felt what it was like to experience total and overwhelming joy. She closed her eyes and tasted the moment. So this was what falling in love felt like.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back at home in her bedroom, everything exactly as she’d left it except for the wide smile on her face and the racing of her heartbeat.

..someone special

Well it has been a long time since I was thinking of updating my blog account,just to make it a tad more interesting read.So,here I am with an all rejuvenated blog of my own,coz at the end of the day 'JO DIKHTA HAI,WAHI BIKTA HAI' (if you present your product properly it will get sold).

So,after thinking a lot on what my first post should be,I couldn't think of anything else,but this topic.You see,love is a very powerful emotion,perhaps,the most powerful human emotion of all and it has been nearly 3 years now,that I am in love with someone..someone special..

In the last 5 years,I have seen many people claim that they have found their true love and they have been made for each other and all that stuff,only to part their separate ways after a few days,which brings a basic question to my mind-"How do you define love?"

Is it only the feeling of happiness and comfort in someone's company,the feeling that you can share all your worries and happiness with your partner,or is it something much more deep and complicated.

When you are spending a lazy winter afternoon with your loved one snugly fitted-in and you gaze deep into her eyes and watch your reflection on it,something deep strikes a note in your heart,telling you,that you want this moment to go-on forever.

In the last 3 years of my 'LOVE'(yes,I don't like the word 'relation'),I have seen many ups and downs.Sometimes it feels downright annoying and frustrating,yet somehow,after a while,the very frustration,the very person upon whom you are so desperately annoyed upon,seems to be the one whom you miss the most.There have been many such instances when we had a fight,and that too upon the most basic of things(well,now that I come to think of them),but the fact is 3 years down the line,she is still the only person,whose presence,whose touch,whose voice,I long for,so dearly.

I don't even know what I am saying and I know,I am not being able to put things down properly,this always happens to me,but the thing is I just wanted to share how much special she is to me,and in between all these fights and disputes,there have been those special precious moments of 'DIVINE MAGIC',which is all a 20 year old boy could ask for.

I dedicate this post to her,and I know,for the figure she has been to me,this is really not justified.Still this is my piece of mind,with all its imperfections.
I love you.

PS: And as always,I didn't quite come-up with what I expected.Somehow words and expressions always fail me,when I sit to write them down.Oh,well..so long,as for now,i leave you with a piece of my mind,more so,'a piece of my life'..