Language of Love

>> Saturday, May 12, 2007

This story is dedicated to only guy i know who is ready to accept the fact that he likes romantic stories. The beauty of this acceptance was his reason. It was for the same reason that I love romantic stories! Coz they don't happen in real life. I always believed this. I know this is too long. Please bear with me. The old woman in me doesn't want to stop


He was a spoilt brat. Elder son of a very wealthy father who never had time for him. And he had no time for his father anyways. He was smart and funny. His friends loved him . Though more often than not he wondered if they like his wealth more or him! But the exhuberence of youth never lets him to think. Afterall he has all his life to think about it.

She was sweet and charming girl. Every one loved her. Apple of mothers eye and pride of her dad. She was obedient all in all a model daughter. In real life they would have never met. They move in different circles. He likes and values sophistication and she is all innocence! But when cupid strikes, there is nothing any one can do but wait and watch.


Cupid did hit these two people. It wasn't any special day nothing magical. Just another Monday. She woke up early to water the plants and then sit to study. She believed in early to rise early to bed maxim. His day had just ended! After a weekend of sinful pleasure he was back pleasantly drunk!


Usually he would directly go to bed. For some reason he came to stand by the balcony. (Cupid at work no doubt). He was standing there with no particular thought looking around. Her balcony faced his.
The moment he saw her, he was lost. Shall we say it to be pleasant coincidence or love at first sight? Yeah i can see some derisive smirks and thass y this is a story and not reality. So the saga of hidden glances start. The guy makes it a point to be there every morning. So he starts sleeping early. He finds out that she is from nearby college so he starts going to college. Slowly, he starts taking interested in studies. He got something to look forward to. Something other than empty home.


Six months passed. Surprisingly, he never tried to speak to her. Their eyes and smiles said everything that needed to be expressed. They were in love and not a word was spoken. Not a day spent togather. Only their daily ritual of early morning....

She would water plants. He would stand in balcony drinking coffee. She would smile. he wud wave hi and so would she. Then they would stare a little till she becomes shy and breaks contact. He would get desperate for eye contact again. She would shyly look up. he would smile with relief which make her more shy and she would go in. If someday he didnt come, she will be distressed and would stay all day as much as possible by the window until he comes. He had checked that many times and found it endearing.


And so had she. Finally, one fine day, he wrote her a letter. Love letter. A guy who mocked others' romantic overtues was being the biggest romantic fool! Paradoxial isnt it? He waited like an expectant father for a reply. Now my more discerning readers wud ask how did he give it to her? If he did personally, did he talk to her too? My reply is.. thats where younger siblings come in picture. His brother acted messenger for him.


She was clueless what to do. She wanted to reply. She liked him a lot possibly loved him. However, she wasnt sure if he is the guy for her. He was handsome n used to so many sophisticated gals. How is he gonna want a homely gal wid middle class back ground? Well she dint know like us that Cupid was the culprit! so she stewed n worried for 10 days. Heart won over the head. She replied back to him.

Its been 10 days.. she never showed up by the balcony. He was becoming more and more listless. She hadn't turned up mornings like they always did. He for the first time in life thought he is gonna lose something. He didnt know how he is going to handle it. After a very long time that night he went out to get drunk and mindless party. He hoped he can forget her. He was trying for the first time in 6 months. Never before. It was too hard.

The next morning she was waiting for him desperately. He didnt come. She was confused. What went wrong?? Did he stopped waiting for her? Did he get a new girl and was bored of her? Mindless possibilities.. but the truth is something else.

He came home late in the afternoon and straight went to sleep. It was late in the evening his brother could give him the letter. Yes, the letter written by her to him.

He was ecstatic. She loves him as much as he does. They are meant to be togather forever. He was esctatic! He dint know how to contain this happiness. He went to balcony and glanced at her balcony. She wasn't there. Obviously! She is in college. He sighed and grinned stupidly! They are meant to be, else how can they both experience such an strong attraction without having a word spoken. If anything that concerned him was her demand that he ask her dad's permission and that she won't be his girl friend. He thought how middle class. But then thats what she was. He jumped in the air. Danced with his mother. Hugged his lil brother. Never was he soo genial. Everyone were happy for him. And yes he told his parents and they readily agreed. After all only his happiness mattered. They were caring parents only very busy.

All night he dreamed. How her voice would be? It would be sweet for sure. Someone so sweet can't have a rough voice. How she will sing for him and he would lie down in her lap.content with the world. How perfectly wonderful. The next da he was eager to see her. He sat in the balcony since 5:00 am. It was 6:00 she came in the morning. She seemed sad but the moment she saw him.. her face lit with joy. It was positively radiating happiness.. bith stared a lot smiled a lot.. had their fill of each others sight... they hadnt met for 12 days now!

That evening, he went to meet her parents. He asked her dad in all humility. Told him everything even that his parents have no issues as long as marriage is after their studies are done. They will meet him over the weekend. Her father listened to everything quietly. And then slowly said no. And said never to come back or try to contact her. He didnt understand why. He kept trying to make her dad change his decision... night and day he tried. Finally after 1 month when he didnt show any signs of letting go.. the father broke down his resolve. He cudnt bear to be rude to a guy who evidently so much in love and he couldnt see the mute misery in his daughters eyes. She didnt express anything but he could see the misery. So.... the father tole him. Told him that she is dumb and deaf. She can't speak anything!

He was shocked. Stunned infact. How can he not know? Why didn't he try to talk to her ever?? He just didnt.. never felt the need. He father asked him if he is willing now? He was too stunned for the words to register and before it did and he could reply her father left. Crying and broken.

That day after he returned home he decided to leave the place. He told no one but his mother and left. And after that day no one ever heard from him.
She stayed behind. Not one day went when she didnt long for him. Her love for him still didnt reduce. She knew he loved her but could accept her as she is. But her love for him wasnt based on words.. it was mute and hence more potent. She knew he will return. She waited for him. Their love was beyond words beyond feelings.. It was the love of the soul. She had sensed the same need in him.. the mute plea of silence. choked up words.

One year passed, he didnt come yet. She started losing hope. Her father had already lost it. He was forcing for her marriage now. He had started seeing new matches for her. Until now nothing ahd worked out. Everyone loved her until they realised she was deaf and dumb and then....

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It was hard to keep the hope alive. But she did! And then one day he returned. Handsomer than before if that is possible and happy. He didnt seemed to have missed her or went through the same kinda hell (If only she knew... ) When she saw him, she knew her wait was useless. She decided to save her dignity. Next time when she was watering plants and he came with the cup of coffee she smiled and moved inside as soon as possible without seeming as running away.

Few days later, he came home... her home. She returned from college to see him there. We wont discuss about how hopeful and happy she felt in an instant. Its enough to know she felt it. She was too shy to look at his face for longer than a moment in front of his and her family. She looked down and thats when she glanced at the bunch of invitations for the marriage in his hands.

She felt the ground move beneath her legs. Shattered would be a understatement. Like a numb statue she went inside. In the cove of hiding. Long after they all left she didnt come out. No one disturbed her. After all they knew she needed time alone. They decided not to go to the wedding. She came out. Teary -eyed and all red. Her father wished that guy never came in his flowers life so angry he was but he never cursed the guy.

The only demand the gal made was that they would go to the wedding. Father was distraught. He denied. But this was the first demand his child made and the first time she was difiant. He had to agree.

Finally the day came. No one was in the mood to go. But for this wonderful sweetheart everyone got ready in their best jewellery (After all they need to maintain the standards they r going to a rich man's wedding) In all the confusion they never bothered to read the invitation. After all they knew the venue. The bungalow next door.

The moment they came, they were given special treatment. They were confused whats going on. They were taken to a wonderful room and then the groom and his family came in to thank them for coming. They were clueless whats going on. Just for conversation sake , mother asked who the bride family are. (the usual thingy moms generally ask ...) Well they didnt or couldnt imagine the next words the groom said. He said it you guys. And then he turned to her and said 'I love you' in the sign language.

He said this is not the only words i know. I learned the language to be able to converse with you. Though for our love words werent essential why for our life together it is necessary I dont know. But now I am equal to you. Will you accept me?. These last words were directed to the father of the gal.

What happened next requires no description. The father over come with tears of joy hugs the groom says, I am the luckiest father around and certainly the happiest. The groom and the bride hugs each other too and then they move on to the waiting wedding pandal


Needless to say, they live happily ever after.

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A Love Story- A night to remember.

>> Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Chapter 5

Soumya had left in hurry. Her flat was in a big mess. She tried to do disaster management before Aryan came up. She didnt want him to think that she is sloppy. She cleared the hall of all the mess and was working on the bedroom when Aryan came in.

"Hey, you got a awesome flat"

" You wouldn't say that if you see the bedroom" , Soumya quipped.

Aryan walked to the bedroom and guffawed. " Oh my god, So you are not perfect. I was afraid of it".

" Don't make fun of me" , she replied embarrassed.

" No, I am not. I am relieved. I was afraid to invite you to my place. Now I can" he said.

"Oh well, pinky is stirring lets put her on the bed and then you can help me clear."

" Keep dreaming sweetheart. Me and help? "

" Brute!"

He bowed and she left huffily to clear the bed of all her clothes.

"Put some music na? And yeah make yourself at home in the kitchen and grab anything you like" she said.

Aryan walked over to the CD collection she had. Bryan adams, Creed, Ghazals and songs of Kishore kumaar. He knew their choice were same.. but to see all the songs he wanted in there made him to dream..

Soumya was busy cleaning. She was glad he didnt take her offer. ' Imagine him looking at her undergarments strewn....' She went red with shame. She remembered how many times she changed her clothes. 'Stupid you soumya!'

She realized no music is coming and no noise too. She had cleared the bed and other such assortments. Soumya wasn't sloppy. So more or less her flat was clean. She moved to hall and saw Aryan dreaming. She hoped he was dreaming about her. 'Wishful thinking!' Her very practical brain reminded.

She moved in softly, picked Pinky who was snoring softly and moved her to the bed and changed her clothes to something soft. She had some night clothes for her sister's kid who visited her sometime. Then she moved to kitchen and to make coffee.

All this time Aryan was busy dreaming a perfect night together. He could see how beautiful his future could be .. Together

He was interrupted by a sound. He turned to see Soumya take Pinky into the bedroom. It was such a sweet sight to see. A lady whom he loved was putting the girl he loved to bed. Nothing was as touching as this....

Sighing, Aryan followed Soumya to the kitchen. Now that Pinky is not with them, the tension that was thrumming in the background all through the day surfaced. Both were afraid to talk. Afraid to take the next step. All Soumya wanted was to kiss him.. and she knew it was dangerous. She knew now if she slips, she may never ever recover. And it was dangerous because she didnt want to recover.

The silence extended for long. Soumya acted as if she was very busy making coffee and Aryan as if he is looking around.. The silence was broken by the coffee maker. Soumya poured it in two cups and offered it to Aryan.

Their fingers brushed each other. It was as if electric shock coursed through Soumya's body. That awareness of each and every pore of herself.. the acute pleasure that a casual touch evoked in her was something she had never experienced.

Aryan was never affected by anyone as this delightful creature with moussed hair... obviously pinky was her usual self he grinned. All Aryan wanted was to love her. Tenderly and softly. ?He wanted to show how much he loved her. But he wasnt sure... He cannot destroy this friendship...

Soumya was gorgeous successful and beautiful. He wasnt sure he was the one for her. Aryan cleared his throat and said huskily,

" you remembered . Just as I like. strong hot and a dash of sugar and a dash of milk"

" Didnt need much of a remembering.. thats how I take it!" , she replied..

Their eyes met for the first time in the kitchen. Aryan could see desire in her. But was that love? He was not sophisticated enough to screw and forget....

Soumya knew he wanted him. But the romantic heart wanted to be wooed.. she wanted him to make the first move!

And then she lowered her eyes, took a sip and lowered the cup. The cup fell with a thud as Aryan tried to catch it...At the same time soumya reached for it. Their hands met once again.

Later when she looked back Soumya wasnt sure who started it but they shared a kiss. Lip to lip. There are no words to describe the feelings the pleasure.. It was a kiss of love and that should suffice.

In that brief moment, Aryan went to heaven and came back. It was never like this not even with Prachi in their best of the days.. Surely she loves him??

Soumya resurfaced from the whirlpool of emotions she was drowning into. '
'Omigod!' She thought. 'This is better than what I thought it would be. If it goes any further I will surely drown. I need to resurface. What if he doesnt love me? Can I live without this?'

Suddenly she broke the kiss and said.. " Lets move to the patio. It has wonderful view of the lake. Especially in the moonlight it looks awesome"
Aryan wanted to ask what went wrong. She had enjoyed it needed it as much as he did. Why did she freeze so? He felt like a fool. Ofcourse she didnt like it.. who was he kidding! She is used to better kissers than he ever could be. He followed her in silence.

Once they reached patio she said, " I will bring something to munch and a coffee for myself".

He understood her need to be alone for sometime. He needed to think. control his emotions. He decided to say sorry and that it won't repeat again.

Soumya cleaned the floor and thought about the kiss again. It was wonderful. She decided to let cautions fly in the wind and take from life whatever she can get. After all its better to experience once than not to experience at all. She returned with a smile on her face all ready to let the moonlight do its magic.

She saw him smoking. The moment she returned, he turned. From his face she knew something is wrong. she froze. May be he didnt like it as much as she did. She was afraid and gave a tremulous smile.. This is the first time she felt insecure... first time it meant so much more than just a kiss ..

With no further ado he said, " Soumya, I am sorry. This shouldn't have happened. Forgive me. I shouldnt have kissed you!"

She was taken aback. Only pride was her solace. She replied " And what makes you think that I would have let you kiss if i didnt wish so?" " And you are right this was a mistake and shouldn't be repeated".

Aryan was hurt. He never knew it could hurt like this. Within a few minutes, he has seen heaven and hell both.

"Soumya, please. I didnt want to hurt you... Its just that...." , Aryan said miserably. As he said he knew it was a terrible mistake.
"
Excuse me. I am not hurt. I was disgusted that you can think you can kiss me and then apologize! We are not teenagers! We are consenting adults who decided to explore possibilities. Too bad it didnt work out. Now lets drop this subject", Soumya replied.
She saw him visibly cringe but she couldnt stop herself. She has to survive.
" yes you are right." "Good night soumya. ", Aryan replied dully.

" Please sleep with Pinky. I will sleep in the hall."

" No. No. Please you sleep on the bed. I will sleep on the sofa" He cannot think of sleeping on her bed feeling her smell and living through the night. How will he live through the night!

" ahem. Being chivalrous are we?", Soumya couldnt believe that they are talking about normal stuff.
"Nothing like that Soumya. I cannot bear to sleep in your bed" , He replied.

" But can share my home for the night is it? Oh alrite take the sofa". She misunderstood him completely.

He was furious but he didnt say anything. He knew if he did he wouldnt be in control of himself. He left mutely.

Soumya cried all night. How can her dream come true turn into a night mare? She cried herself to sleep.



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