She was staring at the vast unending black space above which was holding teeny glittery dot-like structures spread all over it. Her eyeballs were moving from left to right in a synchronized manner as if trying to make some sort of pattern out of those widely scattered stars. Everything which was visible to her eyes at the moment was beautiful. She could feel the wetness of the soil through the transparent white top she was wearing as she laid down on the ground and could very well smell the petrichor wafting through the air. This scent which comes after the rain falls on the soil is refreshing.
Ever since her mother got transferred to Dehradun, her whole family has settled itself here only. Her father is a house-husband but reckons of soon starting doing a job in an MNC while her mother works as a bank manager. She is the only child of her parents and hence, at the receiving end of all the love.
Lying in the verandah of her house touching the mud and with the strands of hair lying clumsily together on her right shoulder which she had just shampooed, she couldn’t care any less for the rest of the world. She was still looking upwards, now her glance being static instead of travelling from one star to another. She placed both the hands on the ground forming right angle to her body, stretching them straight. She touched the damp grass with her palms first, and then slowly placed her fingers down to experience the same wetness.
When they all were unpacking their stuff after shifting to their new home in Dehradun, she accidently came across a small wooden box with a lock put up on it. As curious as a teenage mind is, she wanted to open it. She knew it was her mother’s box. She thought of teaming up with her father and making him open the box. But then, the chances of being caught by her mother made her drop this idea and she instead thought of opening it on her own. She found a piece of paper inside it. It was a letter. Her eyes gleamed up. She has always got fascinated by such things. It was the letter her father had written to her mother. Traces of his tears could still be easily made out on the paper.
Remembering that episode and smiling, she closed her eyelids now. She wanted to taste the serene moonlight falling on her without any fail. She drifted herself away from the confined space and carried herself to a space which was liberating and free. Her aura of mystique was far from being demystified by the souls roaming around under the façade of human faces.
Once she was sitting in a library reading her favorite book. She always sits beside the window which is in the right corner of the room. She likes the way sunlight falls upon her hair and makes them look golden with sheen. She lowers her head down, shakes it a little in the most natural and involuntary way and when locks of her hair fall on her face making a shadow on her book, she plays with the illusion created then. She remembers one time a boy watching her doing this, laughing with his lips sealed so as not to make her feel awkward and trying at the same time to fathom out her level of sanity. That’s why she sits in the corner of the room if it makes sense to you now.
While her eyes were still closed with her thoughts peeping into all different possible worlds, she was feeling bliss, pure bliss.
"I can’t stop myself from getting intoxicated by your talks any more than I can stop the stars from twinkling. We were always meant to get lost in the first place, so that while untangling the tangled hearts we carried, we could be each other’s unexplored and unfounded discoveries."
As she was recollecting these words from her favorite novel, her lips produced an unstoppable smile.
She was in love.