I often wonder if you are the most beautiful girl in the world. I remember looking at your face as you sat near me in the bus while coming from Gangotri. We had a fight the previous night and you had walked out in the morning. I was furious at you, determined never to speak to you again. I had stayed out of the bus for the full hour that it stayed at the bus stop. Once seated by your side, you were only a stranger to me. You were seated by the window and I was looking out your side, concentrating on the beautiful scenery, deliberately avoiding looking at you. Then I got a glimpse of you from the corner of my eyes and I was stuck. I couldn't look away. It was the most beautiful face in the world. The face of the person I loved. All my anger vanished in an instant. How could I be angry with this person I adore so much. All I wanted to do was to reach out and touch your face. You were staring out of the window, not really looking at anything. Your face was blank. Your eyes had a hint of pain. You were not smiling, and anyone who knows you, would know how unusual that is. I couldn't bear that sad look. I wanted to take you into my arms and tell you that I love you. That I could never remain angry with you for long, no matter what happened. But then what about you. Were you still as mad at me as in the morning when you had walked out leaving me alone. Your anger is like a wave. It rises in an instant getting bigger and bigger, but then it falls just as suddenly. But this time your temper had stayed for the whole night and in the morning it has surged to even greater heights. I couldn't believe it when you left. I couldn't believe anyone could do that specially you. And then waiting for you, I realized it was only you who could do it once the thought came to your mind. And what was going through your mind now. Were you contemplating your life without me. Was I an element of history for you now. Or were you feeling the same love that I felt for you at that instant. I didn't have it in me to bear any more rudeness from you, so I waited, stealing glances. Oh you looked so lovely. And then our eyes met, my heart skipped a bit. Your eyes went soft, and you leaned in towards me and whispered in my ears. You said you were sorry for being so rude. You touched both your ears with your hands and had the cutest of expressions on your face. How I loved you at that moment. And I knew no matter what you did, I would have a hard time staying mad at you. One look at you and I would melt like butter in a hot pot. But who is complaining if I have the most beautiful girl in the world by my side.
There are so many times when I have felt my heart forgetting to beat as I looked at you. The first time I remember was in that cave at Pindari while we sat side by side. I don't know if I realized it at that time but that must be the time when I fell in love with you. Ofcourse I had no idea if I would ever see you again, but I believed I would. Then I couldn't look away as you loomed over me, with your hair spread in all directions, as we kissed for the first time. We were awake the whole night and I have spent so many sleepless nights after that thinking about that face looming over me. When we came back together in train, you were lying on the top berth opposite to mine, your face pointing downwards and supported on your arms as you slept. Your hair was let loose and partially hiding your face. I remember deriving so much pleasure by just looking at you. I stared and stared, my heart filled with countless emotions. At times I wanted to lean over and plant a kiss on your cheek, sometimes I wanted to gently caress your hair, and then I wanted to just keep looking at that innocent face. I did keep looking and I don't remember for how long, must have been hours before I slipped into your dreams. The same feeling has filled my heart so many times, while lying by your side just after we had made love, while riding the metro with you, while you showered your love on all the puppies at the animal shelter. Ofcourse at all these times, your attention must not be towards me and your eyes closed or focussed on some distant thing or memory. Then I become a silent observer, worshiping you with my eyes. Soaking in your innocent look, trying to imagine whats going on in your mind. I wish this is how I go to sleep every night, watching you sleep first. And I want to wake up every morning to the sight of your face lost in your disheveled hair, your body wrapped up in your crumpled pajamas, you waking up with a slight smile on your face. I want to see that smiling face all the time, and I want to feel how lucky I am to have you in my arms.
Now I spend my days missing you all the time. Everything reminds me of you. I am filled with longing for you when I see couples walking hand in hand. Any girl sitting behind a guy on a bike reminds me of the first time you had clung to me on my bike. Dogs bring back memories of that wonderful experience at the animal shelter. Whenever I eat I think about how scared I used to be in ordering anything lest we are unable to finish it and how you lick the plates clean. Traffic jam reminds me of how much you hate cities and that visit to your village. Yesterday an office friend had thrown a party. Most of my friends were there with their spouses. A junior at office got married recently to another colleague, and they were looking so good together, like they belong together. I know we belong together too and I wished you were there with me then to take me away from my loneliness. When will that day come when we will be together forever. When I will be able to see you the moment I open my eyes in the morning. I feel so helpless when I look at my mobile knowing that I cant call you right now. I feel like leaving everything to come meet you. I imagine myself walking through Dhakuri top, all excited to see you. Everyday at office I plan to come and surprise you. I don't know when I am going to see you again. I try to imagine what you would be doing right now. Are you too thinking about me and missing me. Do you also think about running away to come meet me. What scares me is that its been only a week since I last see you, and yet it seems like ages. Even if I could see you right now, staying away from you is part of my life now. It is something I have to learn to live with. Missing you is something I have to learn to deal with always.
Yet I have nothing to complain about. Even when we have known each other for only a few months and even in that we have been away more than we have been together, but already I feel that we share memories of a lifetime. Everytime I think of you so many things come rushing to my head. So many crazy things we did together. So many ways in which you made me feel special. So many emotions that you always manage to raise in my heart. All the times when you went through so much pain to meet me. All the places where we were together, getting closer each time. Pindari, CP, India gate, Dilli Haat, Lodhi Garden, Dehradun, FRI, your hostel, HESCO, Mussorie, Rishikesh, my flat at G Noida, staying at Loharkhet, snowfall at Dhakuri, wonderful time in Kasauni, staying at Kosi, you coming all the way to Uttarkashi, Harsil, Gangotri.. and I am sure I have missed so many others. And how can I forget how we talked for hours at Pindari, how you clung to me on my bike, how we walked for hours at India Gate and CP, sneaking into your hostel room, how you took care of me and took advantage of me after that by luring me into your bed, that first kiss that lasted all night, bunking office to meet you, all the metro rides specially the one from Welcome to Shahdara, you breaking my finger for no fault of mine, sneaking into your hostel for the second time and you taking advantage of me yet again, walking in snow to Dhakuri, sleeping nude in subzero temperature, staying at Khati, making love while the bed creaked, chasing bear, staying with your family at your village, seeing you with Kali, you coming to wake me up with a kiss, making love outdoors, being threatened by your ex, feeding puppies, eating burnt cake..... it has been a hell of a journey so far and we are just beginning. I know its going to be a wild ride all the way with you and I cant wait for what is to come next. And I cant wait to lay my eyes on that beautiful face once more. Yes for me you are the most beautiful girl in the world.
There are so many times when I have felt my heart forgetting to beat as I looked at you. The first time I remember was in that cave at Pindari while we sat side by side. I don't know if I realized it at that time but that must be the time when I fell in love with you. Ofcourse I had no idea if I would ever see you again, but I believed I would. Then I couldn't look away as you loomed over me, with your hair spread in all directions, as we kissed for the first time. We were awake the whole night and I have spent so many sleepless nights after that thinking about that face looming over me. When we came back together in train, you were lying on the top berth opposite to mine, your face pointing downwards and supported on your arms as you slept. Your hair was let loose and partially hiding your face. I remember deriving so much pleasure by just looking at you. I stared and stared, my heart filled with countless emotions. At times I wanted to lean over and plant a kiss on your cheek, sometimes I wanted to gently caress your hair, and then I wanted to just keep looking at that innocent face. I did keep looking and I don't remember for how long, must have been hours before I slipped into your dreams. The same feeling has filled my heart so many times, while lying by your side just after we had made love, while riding the metro with you, while you showered your love on all the puppies at the animal shelter. Ofcourse at all these times, your attention must not be towards me and your eyes closed or focussed on some distant thing or memory. Then I become a silent observer, worshiping you with my eyes. Soaking in your innocent look, trying to imagine whats going on in your mind. I wish this is how I go to sleep every night, watching you sleep first. And I want to wake up every morning to the sight of your face lost in your disheveled hair, your body wrapped up in your crumpled pajamas, you waking up with a slight smile on your face. I want to see that smiling face all the time, and I want to feel how lucky I am to have you in my arms.
Now I spend my days missing you all the time. Everything reminds me of you. I am filled with longing for you when I see couples walking hand in hand. Any girl sitting behind a guy on a bike reminds me of the first time you had clung to me on my bike. Dogs bring back memories of that wonderful experience at the animal shelter. Whenever I eat I think about how scared I used to be in ordering anything lest we are unable to finish it and how you lick the plates clean. Traffic jam reminds me of how much you hate cities and that visit to your village. Yesterday an office friend had thrown a party. Most of my friends were there with their spouses. A junior at office got married recently to another colleague, and they were looking so good together, like they belong together. I know we belong together too and I wished you were there with me then to take me away from my loneliness. When will that day come when we will be together forever. When I will be able to see you the moment I open my eyes in the morning. I feel so helpless when I look at my mobile knowing that I cant call you right now. I feel like leaving everything to come meet you. I imagine myself walking through Dhakuri top, all excited to see you. Everyday at office I plan to come and surprise you. I don't know when I am going to see you again. I try to imagine what you would be doing right now. Are you too thinking about me and missing me. Do you also think about running away to come meet me. What scares me is that its been only a week since I last see you, and yet it seems like ages. Even if I could see you right now, staying away from you is part of my life now. It is something I have to learn to live with. Missing you is something I have to learn to deal with always.
Yet I have nothing to complain about. Even when we have known each other for only a few months and even in that we have been away more than we have been together, but already I feel that we share memories of a lifetime. Everytime I think of you so many things come rushing to my head. So many crazy things we did together. So many ways in which you made me feel special. So many emotions that you always manage to raise in my heart. All the times when you went through so much pain to meet me. All the places where we were together, getting closer each time. Pindari, CP, India gate, Dilli Haat, Lodhi Garden, Dehradun, FRI, your hostel, HESCO, Mussorie, Rishikesh, my flat at G Noida, staying at Loharkhet, snowfall at Dhakuri, wonderful time in Kasauni, staying at Kosi, you coming all the way to Uttarkashi, Harsil, Gangotri.. and I am sure I have missed so many others. And how can I forget how we talked for hours at Pindari, how you clung to me on my bike, how we walked for hours at India Gate and CP, sneaking into your hostel room, how you took care of me and took advantage of me after that by luring me into your bed, that first kiss that lasted all night, bunking office to meet you, all the metro rides specially the one from Welcome to Shahdara, you breaking my finger for no fault of mine, sneaking into your hostel for the second time and you taking advantage of me yet again, walking in snow to Dhakuri, sleeping nude in subzero temperature, staying at Khati, making love while the bed creaked, chasing bear, staying with your family at your village, seeing you with Kali, you coming to wake me up with a kiss, making love outdoors, being threatened by your ex, feeding puppies, eating burnt cake..... it has been a hell of a journey so far and we are just beginning. I know its going to be a wild ride all the way with you and I cant wait for what is to come next. And I cant wait to lay my eyes on that beautiful face once more. Yes for me you are the most beautiful girl in the world.
