I wanna grow old with you ....

It was a beautiful evening, the sun was about to set and the moon was already there in the sky, as if he was telling the sun to go home.Birds were flying in a row, making way through the sky to reach their home as soon as possible.

And on this calm evening,
He was standing in the balcony with her. Those big french windows had their reflection, he kept on looking at their image on the glass and for some reason he loved to see her messy look in that glass.Those unmade hair, strands from her plait almost covered both her cheeks, her pink lips and the mole near her neck, the kajal in her eyes had almost vanished but her eyes looked amazing that way. She was looking very elegant in his favourite black kurti, but more so ever he liked her zhumkas, those zhumkas which they had bought together. He just loved her, more than anything else. He used to feel happy with her, he was physically, mentally and emotionally attached to her. She was a normal girl but for him she was special , very special.

He got distracted from her because the sadafuli flower in his balcony moved , the evening wind was disturbing. He looked at the withered sadafuli flower. That was faint pinkish in colour , which reminded him of her palms. They were as pink as the faint sadafuli. Her fingers were small like a cute little baby. He held her hand and they both lied down on the bed .
' I wanna grow old with you,
I wanna die lying in your arms, 
I wanna grow old with you, 
I wanna be looking in your eyes,
I wanna be there for you, 
Sharing in everything you do, 
I wanna grow old with you . '
They both were listening to the song. Her hand was clutched in his. He was playing with her nails , they were shiny as a pearl . He then opened both her palms and looked at the lines . He opened his palms, kept near her and focused on the contrast of their lines. His lines were dark, dark as a moonless night and her lines were like a moon. Both their hands together made a perfect picture of a night sky.

She was close to him, he was looking into her eyes, her deep eyes. Her eyes were like an ocean, he used to be engrossed in them. He used to look at them, like a person looks at the deep ocean. By looking into her eyes, he always tried to go to the deepest level and she used to ask, " Why do you keep starring at me like this " And he had no answer. He used to stare at her for hours and she used to blush, and that smile on her lips, those pink cheeks, her half closed eyes, he used to feel lucky that she was with him. She was his life, he was never this madly in love with anyone neither was she. They both had too much to give to each other but they did not expect anything in return, and that was the secret of their love, unconditional and true love.
She once told him, " I love to be with you, I love to care for you,I love the way you come to me all tired and just a touch of mine makes you feel better. I just love that feeling of being so important in your life. I love the way you tell me, " you are my home, you make me feel wanted and the way you care for me is so beautiful. " I just love all that, your different moods, those confused emotions, your pleasing eyes and you know, the way your eyes search for me in the crowd and when they finally see me, that spark and happiness in them is heavenly. And yes, one more thing, the way you wait just to wave me a goodbye until I go beyond your vision is beautiful baby. " He smiled by remembering her words.

But this talkative girl was quiet today, she did not question him, her eyes were full of unsettled emotions, even they did not communicate with him. Like her words even her feelings disappeared. He again held her hand , but for the first time he could not feel her. He hugged her but then he realised that he could not feel her heartbeats too. He touched her lips but they did not respond. He was restless now, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Tried to inhale her smell, smell of her hair, her body but then too her smell was absent. He was impatient now. He wanted to hold her , hug her, kiss her,which he was doing but he could not feel her.
"Why is this happening ? She is very close to me now, but why I can't feel her? Why I can't feel her heartbeats? Why I can't smell her ? " He questioned himself.

Just when he was lost in his thoughts, his phone beeped.
One whatsapp message.
' Hey baby, I am listening to our song ' I wanna grow old with you ' I am missing you babu, I want to be with you right now, I love you.' 
That's when he got answers for all his questions. He could not feel her because he was holding her photograph.