Love Knows no Boundaries no Barriers no Distance

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Its already been half-an-hour of waiting, and there’s still no sign of her. And she is perfectly capable of turning up a further one hour late too. Doesn’t she know waiting at a crowded railway station after a hard day’s work is no fun at all? Sigh! There’s always something more important than me she has to finish. Meetings to be attended, friends to be called, money to be earned. I could wait, as I always did and I always would. She’d taken me for granted. Something I normally wouldn’t allow from anybody. But for obvious reasons, the case with her is different.

What are these reasons? I love her. And when you’re in love, nothing else matters. Religion, parents’ opinion, your sense of right and wrong, all go for a toss. The world becomes beautiful and innocent. Small things give abundant joy. It’s the most beautiful thing to ever happen to anyone, and everything else seems so immaterial. Love is love, and trivial things do not count. What else would make me wait for so long for her at god-forsaken places like crowded bus-stops, coffee shops, beaches or sometimes even the usual lamp-post near her house?

I met Piya at a club three years ago. She seemed smart and interesting in the very first impression. And immediately, something inside me told me I wanted to get to know her better. Soon, numbers were exchanged and ‘chance’ meetings became frequent, and it didn’t take long for both of us to realize that we were in love with each other.

My parents had no inkling that Piyu (as I fondly called her) existed, and I didn’t try telling them. They had never known about the previous girls I’d been dating since junior college, too. In a nutshell, I never let them in on my feelings for anybody.

Piyu is the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. I think she’s very understanding, calm, mature, and she loves and cares for me a lot. Somehow she’s everything I’ve always wanted to be. I often wonder why she’s with me, for three years at that. In spite of me asking him this repeatedly, she can never give me an answer, or maybe she really doesn’t have one. I simply adore her don’t-care-a-damn attitude; she just doesn’t care what people had to say, and can get unpleasant individuals out of her system in a matter of seconds. That’s just why, I can’t but help being flattered because what I say does matter to her. She tells me every little thing, and does not hesitate to cry like a little child in front of me, if she feels like it. She takes my advice whenever needed, too. She respects me as a person, and there is very little about her that annoys me.

Piyu’s 22 and I’m 20, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. We both have good jobs, we both love each other, and we will be happy with each other. Our parents would never agree to get us married off, and like that wasn’t enough, they’ve already started looking for boys to get her married off. But Piyu just keeps on rejecting them.

Even right now, I’m dying to meet her. She’s just back from an official trip to Europe, and I haven’t met her in two weeks. She says she’s got me a present, like she always does. The last time she was in Europe, she got me a large bottle of French wine. Well, I do wish she’d hurry up and come. the last few moments of waiting are always more excruciating than waiting two whole weeks. Oh, there she is! Perfectly toned body and a new haircut! She just looks better each day….

A tight embrace and we’re locked for a timeless moment. A moment where everything seemed so right. She then gently whispered in my ear, “I’ve missed you so much! I love you a lot, Isha.”

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All the characters in this whatever-you-may-call-it are fictitious.

Resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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