THE MELODY OF LOVE

The water droplets were dancing in his feet as he ran towards his home. He was 14 years old, and that summer he visited his grand ma’s house. He was enjoying his friends company when the sky overcast with dark cloud and within a fraction of second it started to pour. On his way back to home he heard a faint sound from an ankle bells. He stopped there and move towards the direction of that sound. The sound was melodious and in the rhythm that his curiosity mounted over him.

He reached near a broken pavilion following that sound. There he observed a small girl in a white salwar kameez dancing gracefully and giggling about something. He blinked a couple of times, that girl may be 11-12 years old but she had that charisma that attracted him towards her. He forgot about the rain and stood there for a couple of minute.

After that day he started regularly visiting that place and sometimes he waited for her arrival. But his summer vacation was ending soon so he had to leave for Mumbai to his parents.  The next day he saw her was the day he had visited his grand ma’s place for the last time. That last day she was surrounded by her friends, when one of her friend called,”Kruti, come on...show us some new moves.” So her name was Kruti he thought to himself and a grin came across his face.

 In this manner years had passed and now he was 21. He had to leave abroad for further studies in MBA, so he came to visit his grand ma before leaving. He still remembered about Kruti, her dance, her smile and the sound of her ankle bells. That evening he rushed towards the pavilion but that was empty. It was stupid of him to think that she was still coming there to dance. He lost all his hope to see her again when a girl came towards the pavilion in a white salwar kameez. He recognized her instantly, she had transformed in to a beautiful lady. She tied her dupatta across her waist and ankle bells in both of her legs. Within a minute she started to move elegantly. There was no music but the sound was so harmonious that no beauty can compensated for that scene.

He could not control himself and started to move in her direction. She stopped by his glance and started to shiver. “You are beautiful Kruti....” he whispered. She untied her dupatta and ran from that place with an urgent expression.

 And it rained that night.

The next day he closed his eyes as the flight took off, reflecting over the lines he said to kruti because probably he wasn’t going to see her ever again. Sometimes we don’t get what we want.

“You know you are in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than dream.”

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