It all began when I was in XII grade. I was going to a wedding, well, being my XII grade, I didn’t want to. But due to family pressure I had to go. I must say now, that going to that wedding was the best thing I ever did.
It was there I met Sneha. The first meeting was like a car riding over end number of speed breakers. How it happened? Here you go.
I had just entered the marriage grounds. I felt uncomfortable in my Kurta-Pyjama as I was a modern boy and always dreamt of going to USA and frat parties instead of old fat Indian weddings. But, then, as I was adjusting my Kurta- I heard laughter behind me.
I turned around quickly. And saw two girls giggling and pointing towards me. One was the bride ( not of much importance to me- so no need to go into details) and other was verautiful (i.e. Very Beautiful.) She just took my heart in that one glance. She had lush black hair with fair skin. Brown eyes and curvy figure. Just of the exact height- not too tall, not too short.
And the airs she carried about her. It just struck me. I was blown. Sneha blew me off my feet. I felt I was in a different universe. A different timeline. Time seemed to move slowly in her presence. I couldn’t open my mouth to say something. I was just awestruck.
True Love!
That was how I met Sneha for the first time.
They left from that area giggling (at most probably: me) I was embarrassed. But, I held my stand, and during the night, when most were in the main pavilion for the havans (I sat outside in the lawns), Sneha came and sat beside me. I was surprised and shocked at such gorgeous girl coming and sitting beside me.
As I suck at conversation starters, she began with this:”Hey, we ne’er got to know each other well. I am Sneha, and you are?”
“I am Madhur. I suck at conversations like these, so sorry if silence intrudes this conversation.”
I could see her being taken aback, but she composed herself and replied.
“Well, that’s okay. I love the silence, it makes me feel that the person genuinely cares and doesn’t want to make fake talk by remarking me on my beauty and all that stuff- I mean, geez, give the girl a chance and life.”
Okay, that was unexpected. She was turning out to be my type of girl- she had struck a nerve by saying that she was pretty. That meant she already knew it and had got a lot of comments on that. So I had to walk on glass from here.
“Well, I have to admit, you are beautiful- I know you are tired to hear that, but I had to say it- cause there is no denying of that fact. Okay- no more mentioning of that fact from me. I am a doer not a speaker. So, I will get directly to the point- this marriage and shit is dull and boring for me. Wanna go for a cup of coffee- not far- in the main hall?”
“Oh! For sure. After all, who will in her right mind deny that kind of lovely offer at this hour of the night?”
That was how our first date began. We exchanged phone numbers. And when school ended- we both- by chance- entered the same college. We both ran on the same line and our thought process matched each other. We could complete each other’s sentences before the other even completed it.
Our love had no bounds. By the end of the college- we were deeply in love. Fate got us together- and today I am married to that beautiful woman. I love her like I met her for the first time – every single day. She completes my life. Fills it. Makes me whole. We both complete each other’s imperfect lives. We have found our true love.
So, I can hear Sneha banging the doors of the car shut downstairs- I think she is back. Well then, I gotta go to the love of my life- Bye!”- - A work of fiction.
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