We assured ourselves, trusted this unknown and just surrendered to this love.

I, usually am a shy type of person. Talking has never been my cup of tea. I generally don’t even know how to start a conversation. My presence used to be disregarded. I was a curse.

But there she was, a magic who came to my life as the light to unveil my true nature. There she dawned from heaven to rescue me of my sorrow. She let me drink from her eyes, the wine of ecstasy.

I was a thirsty wanderer in desert and she came to me as an oasis.

I had never thought this would ever happen. It was not even in my imagination. But her attention for me was such, I could totally be myself for the first time. She looked at me, saw me sing and dance. She totally let me be. And even she regarded this a blessing.

This was weird that she even appreciated of this weirdness.

I felt at ease thus. I never felt so much comfort and warmth as I had been in her presence. I kept on talking and talking and the best part was that I was responded of every beats of my heart.

There was a synchronicity in us, it was as if she spoke from my being. And it was as if I reacted from hers. There was no conflict. There was no sign of separation. We had become one in this presence.

“Ohh my gosh! Is this a dream, or a dream came true?”

I could not assure myself of this union. I inquired her of this alchemy. She was not sure either. She was in awe just as I was. It did not happen of intentions. It was the manifestation of the beyond. No name, no worldly experience can claim it’s essence.

Khalil Gibran has said “It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and preserving courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created in years or even generations.”

In that moment love was born in our hearts.

But there were us and there was this love. This love demanded something which was not mere an demanding, this love excepted love for the sake of love itself.

This love was the fire and it required us to burn our hearts in passion.

There was an immense calling from my being that this love should be protected, this love should be cared, this love should be cherished.

This love that was born in that moment could only be saved but by love itself.

There I was, helpless. There she may have been too.

But that is the glory of love that it is always a benediction. It should always be such.

That which is born of itself, nourishes itself and grows by itself. We, for the time being, were just meant to wait for the fruits to ripe.

We assured ourselves, trusted this unknown and just surrendered to this love.

2017