The girl who looked like Prayer

Women are exquisite creatures who can exhibit complex of emotions. They sometimes evoke feelings in us which cannot be pin pointed, but hit the deepest of the string of heart , make u feel melancholy and satisfied at the same time.

One such woman I met was Deepika. The only way I can explain how she look is, like the peace of prayer. Yes, that is the only way I can explain. She emanates an aura of elegance and peace. She looked fragile and vulnerable.

Living in a village of Kerala, her life was flowing like a silent river in the middle of all gossips and silly fights of the people around. Her life is all about her undivided devotion to lord Krishna. She woke up early in the morning every day, look bath, plucked flowers and did Pooja.  The profession she choose suited her personality of melancholy. She taught literature in the nearby school. I wonder, is it the literature she read gives her this aura of peace. As she came out in the evening to chit chat with the neighbor, in the evening sun, her face glow like an oil lamp in darkness. I always visited her to get some books or get a sneak peek into her note book in which she note down the lyrics of melodies. In some evenings, we sat with the note books and sang. All her song had longing for love. She would quickly move on once its time for evening pooja.

Time was ticking silently as the life stood still like a lake, until the breeze of love caused ripples in her life. Unsurprisingly, her love was never said or expressed but understood, like a pearl shining in the deepness of sea. Her way of sharing life with him is by sharing the same books she read and taught. They looked at the sunset from their respective houses, which stood next to each other. He played melodies aloud in his tape recorder for her. They always stood looking at each other from distance, like the planets kept together by magnetic forces.

Years slipped by between the sun sets and sun rise, old melodies replaced by new ones and the jasmine at her backyard bloomed several times. She was the whole reason for him to look forward for new day, when all days are same. She had divided her love between Lord Krishna and him. Until some day he decided to break the pact of silence and spoke to his mother that he wanted to marry her. Silent storm swept through both the families, people talked in murmuring voices. Finally his mother declared the verdict that he is the younger son and hence he cannot marry the girl (His elder brother is not yet married). Her offer is that, if they prefer, she can get married to the elder son of hers. After all she don’t wanted to be bad to her neighbors. Both the families decided not to proceed with either of the proposal. Throughout all these, she was so silent, not uttered a single word, or shown single expression. Perhaps she was so shaken inside to show anything outside; perhaps her love was beyond worldly bondings…

Soon after that incident, he moved to nearby city for work and she was married to another man. Nothing changed for anyone else but for her, every sun set brings her the vague memories of lost love which she don’t even dare to remember. But what she doesn’t know is that, he too cannot stand the sun sets and would never listen to melodies. Ignorant of all these, sun did rise and fall everyday. LIFE GOES ON….