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.
