Unconventional Love – I


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Picture Courtesy: Kishor Acharya

Café Crystal, the place I love the most, has its own peculiarity. They play Eric Clapton, Beatles and Pink Floyd mostly. The soothing music expedites my heart beat. It was at peak this time. Two days before my departure, he called me for a date. This wasn’t the first time he invited me. I wanted to see him before I leave. My heart was heavy, rueful. It was full of questions. “Why don’t you confess him that you love him?” I repressed my inner voice. “Everything has time. Time to be in love, to fall in love and to grow in live should arrive.” “Love is exclusive of conditions, situations, terms and restrictions. There is no time in love. Love happens just like that.” It dominated.

“Ma’am, what would you like to take?” The waiter distracted me. “Please bring me cappuccino with ice.” I smiled. I was half an hour earlier than the time we fixed. I loved the wait though. I kept flipping the magazine and watching the entrance door in between. Fifteen minutes later, I saw a beautiful boy, wearing attire of perfect geometric cuts, through the glass door. My heart beat accelerated even more. I kept watching him till he appeared in front of me. He was so clean and fresh. “You ordered only for you? “ The waiter was there with the coffee. “A Latte, please.” I knew his choice. He chuckled.

“I don’t have time to exaggerate. I don’t have courage to cover up anymore. You know and I know that I love you.” He didn’t breathe even. I hadn’t taken the single sip of cappuccino so far. The same song was loud on the air. His confession at that moment was so capricious. The arrival of waiter with coffee made me quite easy to shirk the reply he was waiting for. “Yes, I am proposing you officially. I am not afraid of being rejected. I fear the silence. I fear the uncertainty. Sana, let the voice in you flow. Tell me, do you think I am your boy? Do I deserve to be the one? ” I fell on his naïve request.

I prefer to list me in wary group of people. The conservative society made me conceal my unconditionally flowing intense feeling towards him. “I am a prudent. I fear of being mocked.” I seemed erratic when he proposed me. Within me the voice was loud, “I love your daredevil nature. I fall in your cold eyes that drift me to the reckless world occupied by me and you, only us.” The conversation didn’t end. I was always blown away by his buoyancy. “I will wait for you.” He sighed. A long gap occupied us. I wished there was a rain or thunder that would escape us from the obscure moment. His silence was compelling like his eyes.

Badal Pokharel  

August 24, 2015

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  1. sabeena

    I hav no definite words to express hw do i really feel ryt now.. i dn knw sud i b really thankful or feel too fortunate to b a part of dis beautiful script .. 🙂

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  2. Srizzu Poudel

    I really don’t have any words ..u r just awesome n very talented girl..I m so happy that I have such such as my bestiess..good luck Badalu..??

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