I am sharing a Half relationship story at BlogAdda in association with #HalfGirlfriend. https://youtu.be/
'Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again and fillest it ever with fresh life............. ages pass and still thou pourest and still there is room to fill.'------ the lines from Rabindranath Tagore's 'Omnibus' 1------ 'Gitanjali' echoed in her ears as the portentous harp of the airport call reverberated along the corridor of the kolkata airport. April 2017--the late afternoon--warm and clammy; She---a forty three year old mother of a teenager, walked through the aisle of the allocated exit gate, a packet of Yoyo momos in one hand and balancing the sprite can with the book and a few ruffled notes in the other. She felt several eyes on her as she walked briskly in her newly clad jeans and burgundy coloured Marks and Spencer top which she fell in love with, at its very first sight. Used to such ogles and lure, she never let her desirability flounder. But this was different. A pair of eyes--rimless glasses, sharp eyes followed her persistently . Why did she feel she had seen those eyes before?Why was there a sure shot familiarity? Why was there the sudden fleeting emotion? The tempestuous flow of emotion; rather adrenaline as the man walked up, outstretched his hand to utter the typical----"If am not wrong or even slightly mistaken , years have passed and you look ravishingly beautiful ....rather more." The eyes not fluttering, the heart having escaped the beat; memories like fireflies sparked the horizon of the mind's floodgate. She knew not words of expression as they both hugged--a hug warm and intense , after a period of twenty long years. He was ten years her senior, a family friend, one of the brightest students having qualified the IIT and MIT at a single go, an able guitarist, an outspoken debater and undeniably discerning gentleman. She was in the eighth standard when he had proposed... an act not enviable and tolerable by the conservative girl's family then. Defying parental dictums and dictats, the relationship was like a puppy love , blossoming at every vacation. It looked like the sacred flame that would burn eternally. Love spoke its tender tones. There were no harsh demands, rules or binds which she deeply abhorred. It was the sip of eternity as years passed. Should I now say, it was unrequited love ? No, it was definitely not. Though profoundly in feel affection for and appreciative of each other, they parted. The question now is, Why did they when so much in intensity of the relationship? Probably destiny or the girl's innate cowed nature to the overpowering parents' force and prowess. The single line of reminiscences drew its garland in a whiff of few minutes rant. Spring came but the rose remained coiled in her long but lost cherished dream.