Prince Charming

What qualities do you wish to see in your partner?”

My answer to this question was always the same- “Never thought about it”.

But, to be true, somewhere deep in my heart, I also dreamt of my man, or to say more specifically, my Prince Charming. My images of the perfect guy were influenced by the romantic movies and novels I loved. He would be as the stereotype goes- tall, dark and handsome. He would not shy away to express his love for me in front of the world. Flowers, dates, handmade cards- he would be my Santa Claus with a bag full of surprises. And one more thing, he would know a thousand ways to woo me and sweep me off my feet. Be it proposing me, or throwing in a random surprise, he would just be the perfectionist.
I am a die-hard romantic, ready to go out of bounds just to get a smile on my love’s face, and naturally I expected my guy to be the same. But as they say, ‘Man proposes, God disposes’. Destiny had something else in store for me.

A short, dark guy being scolded by the teacher – that’s how I saw you for the first time, and it was nowhere close to my Prince Charming. But, I found something cute and innocent in your behavior and the way you talked, and not to mention, your smile- that million dollar smile which was convincing enough to make me accept the chocolate you gifted me on my birthday, in spite of the fact that I had never even talked to you before that day. And there began our friendship, from facebook to class room. I started to nurture a liking for you.

Then came the proposal, something I was secretly waiting for. Though it was not the typical down on your knees kind of proposal which my dream man would do, but, for me, that proposal on the last bench of the class was the best proposal of the world.

You are not the roses and surprises type of guy, but you make sure that my smile never leaves me. Contrary to my imaginations, you are a shy person, but with a heart clear as crystal, so clear that you can’t keep the rare surprises that you think of planning, away from me.

You may be different from my earlier thoughts of a perfect guy, but today I can proudly say that you are the definition of ‘Prince Charming’ for me, and no one can love like you do. And there is no worry about the surprises part too, because I am there to plan little, sweet surprises, which I love to. I really don’t want you to change. What I dreamt was influenced by movies and novels, but what you do for me is reality. Your care is much more special than anything else you would do.

I love you.

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Hold My Hand

Break-up was what we both mutually concluded upon. Maybe, we were just not right for each other. Maybe, the relationship had become more of a handcuff, restricting our freedom. I thought I would get over it soon. And, to a certain extent, I even have. We have moved on.

All day I am surrounded with friends, family, and everyone else, making it easier for me not to think about you. But, sometimes, in the late hours of the night, when I am just alone, waiting for sleep to cast a spell over me, I think of you. I think of the times we spent together. The memories we shared. The looks we would steal of each other.

These are the times when I suddenly glance at my hand.

Your hand fitted so perfectly into mine, your fingers entwined with mine.

In school, you held my hand beneath the desk, covering the sides with your school bag, as if protecting our bond from the envious glances of people around us.

Somehow, you automatically held my hand while crossing the road.

You held my hand with glee, when you were happy.

You held my hand whenever I needed to be with you.

Your grip over my hand tightened when you were sad or worried.

Holding your hand gave me a sense of being loved and cared of.

But, today, emptiness is all that I hold on to when I close my hands.

I wish, or rather, I desire your companionship.

I wish if all that happened is just a nightmare, and when I wake up from this nightmare, you are again there, holding my hand, and filling up the hollowness in my life, just as your fingers filled up the gaps between mine.

A New Name

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They were friends, no, best friends, since class eight. He was the first person she met when she joined the new school. He too had joined the same day, and so, the two lonely people bonded well the first day of the school. The new found friendship soon became the topic of discussion among the gossip mongers of the class.

Classes Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, and Twelve- they grew up, and so did their friendship. They never actually made friends in the school, except each other. For each of the two, the other one was enough for all problems, fun, suggestions, and everything else. Even the term ‘group study’ meant studying with each other for them.

They were in a nameless relationship- something more than friendship. Every day, they talked for hours on the phone- sometimes daily happenings, sometimes family troubles, sometimes memories from their respective childhood, sometimes just something. Their conversations were never in need of topics.

She always brought two water bottles to school, because, he never remembered to bring his own. He always did the mathematics homework twice, because, her hatred for mathematics was more than Harry’s hatred for Voldemort. His bag always had at least one chocolate, because, that was the only solution to cheer her up. She smuggled out mango pickle from her home, for his love of mango pickle made by her mom.

Those three magical words were never said. But, somewhere, deep in their hearts, they both knew that they would always be there for each other. No matter what the circumstances are, they will not let go of each other. These promises were never made verbally.

Realization dawned upon her first. She had found a name for what she felt for him- love. She wanted to reveal it to him the day she realized, but, the fear of losing him stopped her from proceeding. But, the feelings didn’t subside. She didn’t know what to do. Her mind was now a conglomerate of questions. Should I tell him, or shouldn’t I? What if he doesn’t feel the same, or, does he too? These questions had made her confused, nervous, and sad- a mixed bag of emotions, and naturally, this was reflected in her talks. He asked her many times if everything was fine. But, she was afraid to tell him what she was hiding.

“Aren’t we the best friends who never hesitated to share everything with each other?”

“Yes, we are.”

“Then what’s stopping you? Go ahead. Tell me what the problem is.”

“Actually, there isn’t a problem.”

“Then?”

She couldn’t hold back her feelings anymore. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.

“I love you.”

“What’s new in that? I already know that.”

“I am not kidding.”

“Even I’m not.”

“But, you never said so.”

“I never felt the need to do so. We know each other more than we know ourselves. We care for each other. We are together. And, we always will. I knew from long that I want to spend my life with you. I never asked, because, I knew the answer. But, as you have actually said that today, I will also say. I love you too.”

Nothing changed after that, because, knowingly or unknowingly, they were already in love with each other from long. The care and feelings were always there. They were just given a new name today. Love.

Belief

I stood alone, at the crossroads
Not knowing which way to go
One way lead to my ambition,
That I always dreamt of!
And the other to, that place
Where everyone wanted me to be
I had to choose; one of the two
The other way also lead to success
But that, was not what I strived for

I wished to live my dream,
To fulfill my desires and passion
No one believed in my dream
And I too had lost all faith
That’s when you held my hand
And drew me to the path
That lead to my dream.
You believed in me;
When I ceased to believe in myself.