The one with Magic

Magic: The one without illusion

"Magic", the word always gives me a sense of illusion, but not anymore. Because what we have is magic and what you do with your smiles is magical.

Let me take you back to February 14, 2016, Valentines? yes, A-blahnari is romantic that way. 

The day started with me, running around cleaning the house because madam A-blah was to grace my house with her vibrant presence. i could feel my heart race as I was trying to be patient with the wait, effort in vain.

But there you were, with me, in our little space, looking deep into my eyes, as if you were looking for something. Your stare was piercing, it was intimidating, yet it was the look i was longing for. 

with you in my arms, i felt the most secure, i felt like the king of the world at the top of the world. With you in my embrace i could feel magic.

After 45 years, when i look back now, I feel overwhelmed. the sentiments start to race with no end. 

This is Magic! Magic is what you do! Magic is you!

A-Blah, you maybe blah buy you won my heart when you survived my amazing singing and more than amazing dancing (Was that sarcasm?). Having you in my arms, while i was high, mostly i was high on you and 2% on the alcohol, but having you in my arms singing to you and making you dance, getting embarrassed but still continuing, it is that moment that i realized, with you i was what i am, with you i was always 100% Arahant! idiotic but yours.

I remember telling you on a fine evening that I would want to be asked out. you took me by surprise when you asked me out, i wasn't expecting that, and you did that by going on your knees, it wasn't your move when made me go weak, it was the warmth in your eyes. your eyes didn't flutter, it was one of those rare moments where you don't shy while looking deep into my eyes. that image in carved in my heart forever. 

A-Blah I can't even put in words how much that one move meant for me.

with love,

Your fan

      

The one with the bad day

Dear AJ,

You know how they say there's always the darkest night before the brightest dawn? For that.

How when over the years, things have been blue, but you've come out of it stronger? For that.

For when the world has let you down, but you still never gave up on it? For that.

Of all those friends who've been selfish, and all the relationships that gave up on you, but you still had faith in love? For that.

All those people you've been there for, but are lost when you need them; But you've still held on? For that.

Today, it's one of those blue days. Work is lousy, people are selfish, and the day, well, it's been like every Salman Khan movie; It doesn't have a great story we'll remember, it doesn't have anything to smile about, and it's much worse than we can ever tell.

And still here you are. Calling me and making jokes at the end of it all.

I can never begin to tell you how proud and happy you make me each day.

Now finish dinner soon and call me, I'm waiting.

Love,
P.

The one with 45 years

Dear Arahant,

With you, life has been of pastas over pizzas. Of working late nights, to spend the day together. Of weekend getaways, of days spent in bed, of unexpected kisses. Followed by senseless debates on Islam. And arguments on aircrafts. And then, on Arnab Goswami and Narendra Damodardas Modi, as you fondly like to call him.

It's been about playing scrabble for endless afternoons, and then not getting off my back about winning ONE rare game. Of cramped up elevators and waiting 20 mins for it. Of pictures and memories.

Of Whatsapp calls and FaceTime calls that have last for hours at a stretch. Of good morning messages and "I'm in potty" texts. Of susu, bra removing, then sleeping routine, and your picture requests with a puppy face.

Of my I love yous that have been reciprocated with your "So cool". Of drunk dancing to you singing, of shared cigarettes, while aimlessly talking in bed.

Of

"what happened"

"nothing, I'm sleepy"

"what happened"

"nothing, I have work"

"what happened"

"nothing, I'm tired", if you know what I mean.

In the end, with you, life is the proverbial forever, the one that romance novels and poets made us believe, existed.

the one with the Match

Because you're Tharki,

On a hopeless Sunday evening, while I'm swamped with work my phone buzzed "Congratulations! You have a new match.". i jumped and checked and to my  surprise this aviator clad woman i swiped right for 15 days before, matched with me. I contained my excitement because my boss was working on a crossbow to kill me. and i think its better to die, jumping from Everest than at the hands of your boss with a crossbow. 

That night, as soon as i wrapped up, I could not wait any longer, i had to text the match. For the first time in my life, i had to wait 2 days for a reply, but in retrospect, it was worth the wait.

So i try my luck.

Arahant: hey, how are you, nice glasses.

Priyanka: Hi, i'm good.

Arahant: free to talk?

Priyanka: Sorry, i'm working, yes people in advertising work at this hour.

Arahant: okay, sorry to disturb.

3 days later

Priyanka: Hey free?

Arahant: sorry at office

Priyanka: its 3:00 AM

Araahnt: yes, im aware

Priyanka: oh other professions too are aware of working late.

Arahant: seems so.

5 days later

Arahant: can we meet? we happen to miss eachothers tinder time

Priyanka: I dont meet people off tinder, Sorry

Arahant: can we talk on phone?

Priyanka: that we can

Arahant: hey can i call

Priyanka: travelling

arahant after 6 days: are you back? 

priyanka: yes, call

and hence started the love story of this century.


ps. yes you did keep me waiting

The one with the Blog

Piku,

I know how important the written word is to you. I did write a letter to you, but then, Indian Postal Services sympathized with your eyesight and saved you the horror of understanding my handwriting. 

I met you on Tinder, talked to you on Whatsapp, stalked you on Facebook, screen grabbed you on snapchat, i think blogger was missing the attention, so here it is, our personal blog, the one with love.

You definitely think that this is my best shot in making you forgive me, but no, this is something i wanted to do since i met you. 

i hope to keep this up for a very very long time so that our kids can read it and tell everyone how blessed they are to be born in a household where the mother has more power and where the mother's biggest fan is the father. 

with love,

yours,

A