Daisy - My Love, My Darling


I always believed that love at first sight was a myth until I met Daisy. I instantly fell in love with her. It was a long, dark, lonely night, and to make matters worse, rain was falling in torrents. I was returning from a friend’s birthday party when I saw her standing alone at an empty bus stop. I slowed my car as I reached the bus stop – I was hooked the moment my eyes met hers.  They were the bluest of blue, oceanic blue, to be precise. And they had in them a mysterious charm. So bowled over I was by her that I stopped my car, without bothering to park it properly, and got out, unconcerned, carefree, about the pelting rain. 
Within moments, I was drenched. But I remained rooted to the ground. In my mind a song played: Teri aankhon ke siwa duniya mein rakha kya hai. A big fat raindrop splattered on her pretty nose and she flinched. I felt like rushing towards her and hugging her but I knew that if I did that, she might resent it. I didn’t want her to get the impression that I was trying to take advantage of her on a deserted street. After all, I am a gentleman, and gentlemen don’t behave in this way with the ladies. And I am no Casanova also, so I was aware of my lack of charisma too.

The rain continued to fall. I continued to get wetter. I was in pink shirt and white trousers and in one of those vulnerable, romantic moments, I got swept away, as my imagination ran riot. I thought I was Rajesh Khanna and the song Prem Kahani mein ek ladka hota ha flashed through my mind. I remember doing a few dance steps also. Then, I saw that she was no longer looking at me. I panicked. I was on the verge of missing a golden opportunity to express my love to her. If I didn’t take action now, she might lose whatever interest I had managed to create in her.

I shut my eyes and called Allah, Buddha, Christ, and then realised I was calling all the wrong gods. I should be seeking help from god of love, Krishna. I chanted his name a few times and then confidently approached the love of my life. Krishna responded to my call and I was able to convince her to get in the car with me. Inside, I hugged her as tightly as I could, and caressed her at the right spots. The sounds that emanated from her drove me crazy.

It’s been a year now and our love for each other has only grown. And we like nothing more than me, sitting on an easy chair with a book in hand, and Daisy at my feet purring delightfully. Her tail twitches as I run my hand on her back.

-          NZ

15.5.2019


Comments

  1. Deepak Mehra15 May 2019 at 06:07

    Very well written...very gripping and with a twist in the end!

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  2. Roohi15 May 2019 at 06:14

    Very nice

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  3. saiyid zaidi15 May 2019 at 06:41

    U shud have shouted i am yusuf Zulekha whom u so intrnsely yearned.Resrpond.I am not Krishna with so many Gopikas.

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  4. saiyid zaidi15 May 2019 at 06:44

    End disturbs the trance and reality emerges.

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  5. Unknown15 May 2019 at 07:05

    Very well written.

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