Dim lights, elegant ambience and delightful serenity, it was a perfect dinner place, like the one I imagined. We walked in to our table and got seated. It was an ideal spot for a romantic dinner with light music, beautiful candles and much more.
We started the conversation by discussing about the habitual things. It went on and on. Suddenly I noticed a very stunningly beautiful, young girl coming in. She was alone and extremely gorgeous. I glanced at him and perceived that he is staring at her, for a time more than needed. When he was conscious again, I asked him, “What is the definition of beauty for you?” He thought for a moment and said, “Something that is attractive and forever”. Was I attractive, I pondered. If not, does he really think I am beautiful? “Do you think the moon is beautiful?” I asked again. “Can’t say. It is just how it is supposed to be.” By then, my insecurities had started to eat me up. “Oh, I see.” I said with a cold but anxious tone.
“Beauty is how a mother loves her child, how spring eventually comes after autumn, how a person looks in your eye and says that you are the world to him.” I was looking down, not knowing exactly how to feel. He added, “While I was staring at the beautiful girl there, I just realized that there are so many charming, and attractive girls around us, and yet I am with you. That consequently makes you the most beautiful girl of my life.” He held my hand and said again, “I don’t judge people because of their beauty, because as they say, beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.” There was an impetuous smile on my face. I realized that I don’t have to be beautiful to be loved, because every person is beautiful in a unique way.