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He
cradled me in his arms. I cooed. He threw me up in the air. I laughed. I knew
he would catch me; never let me fall. On result day, he never returned home
without a bar of Cadbury for me. I waited for him, for my most prized treat. He
would willingly loose those Sunday afternoon Scrabble games. I broke into a war
dance of victory. He watched the news with rapt attention. I imitated, not
making head or tail of the reportage. He listened to old, slow, soft and
somewhat melancholy melodies. I ruthlessly remixed and sang them in some self-composed
high octane. He would laugh at my silly attics. I ran up to him with my henna
adorned hands and feet. He smiled indulgently. To the world, I was bride-to-be.
For us, I was still his little girl. Daddy. The first man in my life. The man I
was in love with even before I knew what love meant. The man against whom I
measure every other man who makes his way into my life, even today. As with
every relationship, even in this one, there comes a point of intense
realization. I found mine after 28 years... I was heavily pregnant. 8 months to
be precise. Excited about the newest addition to the family, nervous about the
added responsibility and scared of labor... I remember the day so vividly. The
beeline of visitors had left. I enjoyed all the attention and the lip smacking
delicacies they got for me, but the socializing had left me exhausted. Finally
there was only mum, dad and me at home. Dad had a dry cough and while his
throat irritated him, the incessant coughing bugged me. I turned on my left and
lay on the sofa. Dad sat on the sofa beside me and gently patted my head. It’s
a seemingly simple act but the love and warmth that emanated from it was so
intense. I suddenly felt peaceful and cared for. It's true. Sometimes a million
words cannot do what one touch can. That evening I felt that touch. I felt the
love in its purest form. It touched me for sure, tugged the strings of my
heart. But it also reached the little one growing inside me. A love that passes
down generations. A love, which, like platinum will stand the test of time.
****
The
second man in my life... One with whom I share childhood memories and grown up
dreams. We grew up playing pranks, sharing jokes, fighting with each other...
Sometimes, we were all set to slit each other's throat. Yet, one wouldn't last
without the other. It's what most brother-sister relationships are like. For
me, he is a brother to fight for and to fight with. Mum says, when he was born,
I was the first one to hold him. Ever since, I've been fiercely protective of him.
He knows all my secrets; I think I know his too. He is all grown up yet he is
my little brother for me. 2 years 3 months ago when I got busy shopping for him
and packing his bags, I was proud... My brother was going abroad to study. With
a 3 month old incorrigible infant in my arms, I smiled and managed to do my bit
to make his trip comfortable. Life moved fast, there was no time for whispering
advice or sharing some quiet time with him. Yet, when he took his step outside
the door on that night of August 15, I felt a surge of emotion, a pang of pain
in the depth of my heart. He was going far away. Until then, I was the one who
went from home. This was the first time he would go, and that too across 7
seas. When would I see him next? How would he manage? What if he needed
something? Yes, we have a huge family where he is, but still my brother is 'my
brother'. At that midnight hour, love raised its hood for the infinite time and
showed me again, that he is a friend to the spirit, a gift to the heart and a platinum
thread to the meaning of life.
****
Life
is amazing. The way it works, brings people together and the way loves meanders
its way through, weaving us into a relationship. Some years ago, this man
walked into my life. It wasn't exactly like waves go dashing into each other or
like new blossoms touch each other and spread wild fragrance. It was like
meeting just about anyone else... may be at work or a party. Never once did
expect my heart to do a cart wheel… and to that effect I was right. I didn’t shy,
didn’t blush, no super-fast heart beats… just nothing to bring an indication of
what was to come. And then, within a few minutes, a relationship was formed, a
bond set and a new phase of life opened. It opened quiet so fast that I
couldn’t exactly figure what was happening, except that I was smiling all the
time, spent very less time at home, had no inclination to work, wrote
innumerable emails and then somewhere down the line, said the three magical
words… and even when we exchanged those, it wasn’t like a hurricane of
emotions… but was more of a solid grounded feeling; like I would have said it
sometime sooner or later. It was his birthday and I had lined up many surprises
for him. Late that night I got him to drive half way to a jungle, he of course had
no clue where the destination was. His eyes gleamed with joy when we drove into
the beautifully landscaped resort. We checked in and walked hand in hand.
Inhibitions, fear, shyness had long made their way out of our lives... On that
star studded night, walking on a cobbled pathway below a canopy of trees, the
moonlight pierced through the thicket and illuminated our path. A whiff of
breeze brought with it the heady scent of rose and love filled the air. It was
serene, calm, beautiful and romantic. We were at peace. When I suddenly picked
up a ruffle behind me, at that late hour, in that deserted place, the noise
scared me and I clung on him. He turned back and put his arm around my
shoulder. It was reassuring. There was a truth in his eye that said he would
never leave me. The touch of his hand said it would hold me if ever I fall. We
shared an eye lock, saw each other's souls and were swept by a strong torrent
of emotions… emotions of love, of longing, of adoration for each other.
Unspoken words made promises of sharing our lives, of sharing togetherness, of
being there for each other. We had found the love we yearned for... As precious
as platinum, as pure as it too.
****
Every
relationship has its day of love. A moment of realization of the love so deep
and pure. I found mine over and over again in these three relationships... Each
as pure and true as the other. My platinum day of love with the three most important men in my life... I wouldn't last
a day without you!
PS. My post for the Platinum Day of Love Contest by www.indiblogger.in.
