Life has a strange flavour to it, everything about this life is unique despite so many people living it at the same time, at the same place and probably living the same moment; but the beauty of it is that every life is still uniquely different. There is one thing which is common in all our lives and that’s our pursuit of happiness, our pursuit of love. I was walking on the very crowded J.M road, some people where walking towards me and some against me but everyone was walking towards his destination. We all try and do things to the best of our abilities; we dress up very well, we make sure we are respected and loved all this for one reason and that is when that one person comes in our lives, we would be prepared for it, so that when that one person comes in our lives, we would sweep him off his feet, so that when that one person comes in our lives, we can make sure that he never leaves. On this crowded road, eyes meet for fleeting seconds but we know that this fleeting second is enough for us to recognize him or her and that’s what I was doing, looking out for my love.
I reached the small park at the end of the road. It is adjoining a theatre called Balgandharva. I walked in to the park and the green was very pleasing to my eye. A cool breeze was blowing; the blue evening sky had a little pink and I wondered why it was blushing, maybe it was telling me something, but what?...hey may be today was my day.
I kept wandering around the park when I heard a giggle. There is this small fountain in a corner of the park. This fountain was surrounded by wild grass and the water wasn't clean either. The road leading to it was full of litter and maybe that’s why there wasn't any one there except for a girl. She was dark skinned and was very shabbily dressed. She had no ornaments on her, no watch on her wrist; all she had was a stick in her hand and dark glasses on her nose. That is when I realized that she was blind. I walked towards her, she had immersed her hand in the water near the fountain, and she then took her hand out of the water and was fiddling with the wild grass growing around it. Her touch was doing the work of her eyes. Just then I heard another noise. A man was walking towards the fountain, he too had a stick and wore dark glasses, and evidently even he was blind. He seemed to be walking towards the fountain, towards the blind girl.
The girl felt his presence close to her and called him. The man went close to her and sat beside her near the fountain. She held his right hand and guided it to the fountain water, there was a smile on his face too, he slowly raised his wet hand and moved his fingertips over her cheeks, and there was another chuckle. She pushed his hand away. He held her hand with his right and slowly placed a beautiful red rose on it. I don’t know how he selected the rose, because it was very beautiful. When she felt the rose, her face was glowing. They slowly stood up, held each other’s hands and walked away from the small fountain.
I had just seen the beauty of love. I wonder how his glance met hers in this huge crowd, I wonder how they fell in love, I wonder how they said it to each other, I wonder how he managed to find the most beautiful rose in the lot for her, I wonder how they fall in love every day. I walked towards the fountain. I closed my eyes and dipped my fingertips in the fountain water, It was cold and the grass was soft. I had learnt a lesson today and by the way the sky was not blushing for me, it was for these two people who might not look very beautiful but are very pure and had a beautiful soul.
I for a second was fooled by the sky and the sun knew it because he set across the horizon with a wicked smile.
