I was literally ‘running’ half n hour late..Tho I was pretty sure he wouldn’t mind it today, as he would be having the gift he had promised me a month ago.

Just a month passed by, and our relation was like never before. Difficult to be named. Difficult to grasp by others. For only two of us knew what we mean to each other. And of course the jogging track who witnessed the growing passion…! 🙂

We both bumped into each other exactly two months ago. He was walking, when he saw me sitting rather sad onto one of the green metal benches. The coldness in my heart had gotten onto the ice cold metal i was sitting on. I shivered when suddenly warmth of a thick woollen coat made me get back to life. I fought back the tears to look up to the person who put his coat around me, when it was none of his business to even stop by me. 

I gave a demanding look. He replied warm smile, and sat besides me. I could see his blue eyes sparkle as he begun talking. I was completely taken into another world. Was he trying to hypnotise me? Or he already had? I followed his instructions. A total stranger dictating me what to do! Probably I just wanted someone to do that.

“Smile! You look so beautiful!” 

I was stunned. how could anyone start a conversation with a crying girl like this?

“He’s being over-smart.” I thought to myself. “He doesn’t even know me! Why can’t he mind his own business?”

Before i could say anything of this aloud. 

He continued,”Come with me. Only old people are supposed to sit on these benches! You look young and energetic! Get going!”

He was pestering me beyond limits. But as a matter of courtesy, i got up and started sauntering along with him. Throughout the hour we spent together, he walked slowly and carefully besides me, admiring me but without saying much. His company felt comfortable.

I parted off with a smile, to which he appreciated and patted my back. His first touch sent electric sparks down my spine. He had managed to turn my grumpy mood to a joyful one, without asking what had went wrong. I kept smiling on my way back home.

It soon became a daily routine to have a walk with him. We’d talk anything and everything under the sun. All the passers by would eye us like the best couple around! and we both would laugh it off. For only we knew how things were.

He belonged to a different town, and I was the first friend he met here. He told me how his childhood was. And how he had fought with the adverse condition and reached up till here, and how glad he was to be sharing it all with me.It’d always be fun around him. We both would forget the world while being together. He’d laugh and make me laugh, and would occasionally punched me playfully! 

Whenever he’d talk, his blue eyes would twinkle with excitement, and i’d loose myself in the endless minutes of talk with him. Just the perfect man he was! Remembered to get me a dried raw mango candy everyday, for he was aware of my fondness for tangy tastes! 

I’d tell him about my friends family and the last relationships, which didn’t last! He’d smile at me with those blue eyes fixed on me. I’d shy away at the moment he’d ask me out. He’d always tease me going on his knees. Thoroughly embarrassed, i’d pick him up and walk away with him.

He’d often say he wanted to gift me something. A precious one. I’d laugh it off, and he’d admire my smile.

I was to go out of station for a month, and he told me he’d gift me once i am back. 

And here I was running towards the track dying to meet him. My good ‘old’ friend. 

A smart dashing and handsome guy, with those familiar blue eyes and fair complexion, dimple on his left cheek as he smiled at me. I was instantly mesmerised by this ‘young’ fellow. He introduced himself, as the grandson who wanted to meet me after all that praising my ‘old’ friend had done at home.

I knew him, and was so eager to get along with him. But it all seemed surreal. I was so nervous that my legs went all weak as he shook hands with me. The same warmth in him as his grandfather. I looked at him who stood there admiring my sweaty face and messy hair. 

He wasted no time, and asked me if i was willing to marry him, as it was the last wish of his grandfather. I was speechless for a few long moments. I felt as if the ‘love’ly air chocked me with happiness. I felt beyond happy just by the thought of belonging to his family.

But the fact of grandpa’s demise shook me. He held me close and asked me if I was willing to accept this gift grandpa left for me?

With teary eyes, I managed a YES!