Love Beyond Words
Words – the most beautiful asset of a writer and love – blissful topic for a writer, how do I combine these both in less than 1000 words? Here:
There was a young girl, in her teenage years, who attended a special school because she had a special ability of not being able to speak like normal human beings did. In the same school, there was a young boy, almost her age, who attended the same special school as he had lost the ability to hear. She by birth, he by an accident, reason doesn’t matter, the relationship does.
They became friends as they spoke through eyes, eyes the epitome of love, the pinnacle of expression, the joy of mesmerizing.
She wrote beautiful poems and stories and he read it out for her and the whole school, though he could not hear what he read, she could hear and rest of the school applauding everytime her story was read, is why he did it. The smile on her face, the happiness in her eyes and the claps around was his gift to her. In return, he was a talented Tabla player, astonishingly well for his age, which he never heard, but she sat with him, heard and corrected his tunes for hours and hours, she replayed and he rehearsed, perfectioned by her and bonded by love.
This love was much more pure than everyone around giving huge expensive gifts, bragging about their loved one and showing off what love was all about.
So, what happened to this baby love and the selflessness embodied within. They parted ways, when their parents got shifted to different locations. They both studied in this army managed school in Bangalore as their parents were in the army. They cried inconsolably when they left, but destiny had its own way. They remained in touch occasionally via letters and then social media.
Now they were 28, graduated, working in army cantonments and leading a self-made life. All these years they shared all the ups and down in life, the struggles and triumphs, how they both did get attracted to not so special humans, were used and hurt in relationships, snatching credit for her poems and his rythm.
15 years later, their parents were again posted in the same city. One evening while strolling down the by-lanes of a park in Pune, their eyes met, the same eyes which spoke, cared, shared and blossomed love. Life stopped at that moment, heart beats, wind around and their foot on the run….all just stopped, maybe the world had stopped spinning at this moment too! Hi…Hi…hands gestured to each other, they made the same sign they used to while playing as kids and both instantly laughed their hearts out, with tears flowing from those magnetic eyes.
As they spoke with hand gestures, how life changed without each other, she had left writing since he left and learnt dance so she could dance on his rhythm of Tabla, he looked at her and said he stopped table because nobody could hear the flow in it, but read stories in hope to find her`s someday. They promised to get each-others gifted talents back and they did, but this time by staying together with each other. The families met, agreed to get them engaged with a worry of how they would manage financially but where there is love, money hardly matters.
Today, they are 44, both well settled, she has written books on speechless love stories and he has performed table on national level in concerts. Their child can hear and speak, sing and dance, his voice can be heard everywhere, grown in a family where one cannot hear, one cannot speak, he has mastered the art of “Love beyond words” and plans to present his story this Valentine`s Day to one and all. How?
He….. cannot see! Those 2 magnetic eyes, he can`t see…this beautiful world he can`t see. With his young mesmerizing voice, his mother`s words and his father`s rhythm, he makes music, sings and dances to the tune, but he can`t see millions of people glued to his art, when he moves. He is a star, a star born out of selfless love, which never spoke, which was never heard, nurtured by Love beyond words. Such is the power of “Love”.
Will he find a soul-mate who sees and feels his “love beyond sight”, only time will tell.