*THE PROPOSAL*
*1 Year Ago*
I am a regular guy. The one who takes the auto to buy vegetables with his mom, the one who breaks down crying on the slightest of things but would act all macho around the girls, the one who would stand beside a lavish bike when his crush would pass by and later be found at the bus stop waiting for a bus. I, frankly telling am a funny middle class boy.
Love and I are like the like poles of two different magnets. Seeing the valentine calendar on various people’s timeline makes me laugh out loud every time. The sheer stupidity of hug day, kiss day, etc. etc. makes me a bit nauseous. People tell me that is because I have not got anyone till now. They say that the day I fall in love, I would be in their platoon.
*Today*
I usually don’t write about love.For love, I believe is like a feeling words cannot do justice with. Love has different meanings for each person I see out there. I see my over cute friend, the one who will hold his girlfriend in public, get down on his knees and propose. Then I see my shy friend trying to secretly hold the hand of his beloved, sometimes holding my hand by mistake. I see him walking past her brushing her hand against his own and secretly smiling to himself. Then I see the fb guy who shares pictures and love quotes for he can’t find words to tell her that how much he loves her. So when people tell me that the over cute friend is the best boyfriend around, I smile to myself and say watch the shy guy smile once after he accomplishes the task of brushing his hand against her. Watch him dance inside himself. Watch him look at the sky and smile happily for that momentary contact. Love, I tell you is too difficult to understand.
In the last year many things have changed. I think I have become a part of their platoon.Am I a regular guy?? No I am no more a regular guy. Regular guys are not so deeply in love as I am. In the last year I have fallen in love with her. Maybe she is older than me. But love has no age limits or some warning stating that you cannot fall in love with people older than you. I love the way her hair are. I love touching them gently and caressing them. I love when she shouts and calls me and I have to pick her up in my arms and take her wherever she wants to go. I love making her fall asleep in my arms. The other times in my laps. I love staying awake whole night when she falls asleep with me watching over her. I feel heartbroken sometimes when she cries. It is like I would turn the world upside down to see her smile but I cannot do anything. I am helpless. These are times when I feel bad. Seeing their love cry has never been easy for lovers. She has made me a writer. I miss her when she is not around. I just smile sometimes thinking that love could be so beautiful. I see her and smile to myself.
Today I will be proposing her.
One year and she has become my world.
On this propose day I stand before her, when she has just woken up and ask her, “Will you be a part of every happiness in my life. Will you be my love??”
“But beta, I am your love. And surely I will be with you forever.” She gives a frail smile when she says this.
My grandmother got bed-ridden six months before. She is my love. I love playing with her hair. I love picking the lady in my arms and taking her to places for she can’t walk. I love making her feel loved.I love staying awake to look when she needs water.
She has grown old both by age and the cancer that paralysed her. But she still looks beautiful to me.
This Propose Day I propose her. She will not live long I know that but she will forever be my first love.