A Differential love story

When I decided to write a love story and discussed the thought of one with my best friend at work, she almost jerked with coffee spilling ,all over. She was too sure I would never be able to write one. I couldn't figure  any reason why she quirked that way but nevertheless my feeble attempt only bought about this.

For long she was expecting true love and well IT did happen to her too. Like million other girls, she felt a complete stranger to her selves now. She felt distant from everyone around her. There was a marked difference in her behaviour and it was evident that she was feeling pure happiness after a long time.

She never knew how or when or why it had to happen but the inevitable had happened. There was no escape from the very feeling that left her sleepless at nights and dreaming during the days.

She found herself lost even whilst travelling in an ever crowded metro.  She felt happy at the very mention of him and even a slight thought of him made her blush.

At times she used to stand in front of the mirror and iterate the dialogue she would say to him during their first meet. She was too sure she would utter "I love you” in a low soft voice holding his hands and looking into his deep dreamy sleepy eyes.

 Her dreams for him were too many that at times there would be a riot in her brain. She would even contemplate HOW could she be so confident about him? What gave her the immense faith and belief in him .Time would fly by as she tried to answer her questions . At times all that mattered to her was his smile and at times she would frown for his non -responsiveness. She ridiculed the fact that he would be so unresponsive and snobbish on days when she would chirp her heart out like a parrot.

Sometimes she would look deep into her eyes and wonder if she was right in what she was doing too.

Months flew by and she looked at the mirror and saw that she had gained few pounds all over her body symmetrically. There wasn't much change in her diet except that she had now taken to less salty foods. Her added pounds actually made her happy now. She was no longer the high school teen who would crib at every dollop of added fat. Times had changed and the intermittent weather had got on her too.

The people around her understood her little tantrums and sometimes got annoyed with the adamant Taurean nature. It made people frown and smile alike as her unconditional love for the would-be was evident.

"Would it be love at first sight, what colour would suit us both, what would I do to make his birthday better?"- So many thoughts and more. Every day passed by and her long wait was to get over soon.

One evening she stood by the window sill of the hospital and looked outside to see a little boy plucking flowers for his sister and a funny smile grew over her. She looked at the dainty clock on the wall and knew that, few more hours and her wait was to get over.

The clock now stuck 4 and it was early morning hours on the cool spring morning and she woke up as if from a dream. There was pain all over her and she remembered the struggle she had been through the early hours of dawn. It was almost a nightmare, screams, shouts and pain. Yet she gained strength to ask her husband her little bundle of joy.

There he was, carefully tied up in pristine Pink towel with tiny fingers and legs jutting out and a face that looked like a cherub, her little boy. Overcome with emotions she bent and kissed the little guy and uttered "I love you”. To her utterance all he did was to yawn deeply, smiled a little and fell asleep again. She knew it was his way of saying “Me too :)“.

I'm done with my love story and true to my friend’s expectations I don’t know IF I could ever write one ;)

PS:She was pregnant and expecting her first child...