The Sailed Ship

The chilly winds that blew away the curly tangles falling on my face were an indication that winter was definitely on its way. As I started walking down the lane, my thoughts drifted off to the winters of the past year. A winter which carries some memories I treasure the most. I swam in the deepest oceans and climbed the highest mountains in the love of someone and till the time I realized that his ship had already sailed. That winter I saw a boy, who was standing in his balcony. His eyes were chocolaty brown and his hair were inky black. His milky white complexion was enhancing his high cheekbones and full lips. He was tall and well build and the earring in his left ear made him eccentric in a sexy way. I was waiting for a bus from my school when I laid my eyes on that Greek God. I suddenly became aware of the drooled milk on my uniform and the bushy feral hair. Somewhere in my mind I was sure he was mistaking me for someone else, I am too ugly to be watched by such a handsome man, yet deep down I was hoping that let his mistake be a deliberate one. My bus never came and so my father dropped me off, after that day I never saw the boy.

Miraculously after a fortnight, I caught the sight of him. He was standing in his balcony again, covered with woolen clothes from head to toe and shivering in the merciless cold winds. He smiled at me and I felt my heart skip a bit. I was trapped in that enchanting moment but my reverie was soon broken my the honks of my school bus. I felt blush creeping on my neck as I bid him a goodbye before boarding the bus.

This non verbal communication became a routine. Sometimes he would offer me a steaming mug of tea ( hastily presumed ) and sometimes he will shake his head vigorously in an attempt to stop me from tying my hair. I loved when he wore black and he knew it too. Who told that love needs words to express ? Here we were, loving each other from the moment we laid eyes upon each other in such a serene way which does not involve the zest of texting each other on time, nor calling or meeting at a confined places. Our love was restricted to pure eye contacts because Ed Sheeren was once advised my his grandma to fall in love with the other person's eyes, because even when the body grows old , eyes will remain ageless.

We never had the courage to talk with each other, that thought still gives me chills. I was afraid of being in more contact with him because what if this routine gets disturbed ? What if he is not what I presumed him to be ? What if I loose him ? And I was sure he felt the same, because its hard to find a love like us in this 21st century and it is even harder to let go. We were thoroughly quenched what we were, even if the thought of departing one day still heavily lingered on in my mind.

Then  came the day I dreaded the most. I was just passing by his building, craning my neck in chance to get lucky enough to look at him. My spirits soared very high when I saw him standing in front of me. But for the first time he wasn't smiling at the sight of me. His face was contorted with pain and agony and a saw a tear drop leave his eyes. That's when I laid my eyes on the van which was fulled with his possessions and at once I knew he was leaving. For a moment I felt the air leaving my lungs and a sudden burning sensation in the insides of my body which had nothing to do with the fast approaching summer. I hid my face by facing the grounds so that he won't see my eyes brimming with tears. He kicked a can towards me, as if attempting to say " Look at me for the last time love, I think its the end." We silently cried looking at each other because we knew words will fail us again, as they always had. With a heavy heart, I realised that its my time to let go. With one last watery smile to him, I choose the path and moved on. I heard the engines reviving and the sound of the gravel being crushed, I saw the van sweep past me, he was facing me. He gave me a flying kiss, smiled amidst those heavy tears and left me for forever.

I know what people will think of it, it may sound bullshit to some because we never tried to contact each other, which would have lasted our contact a little longer. But I feel perfectly at peace while reliving the memories of the nameless stranger for whom I fell in love with. I knew words could have never expressed the feelings in the way our eyes did. The ship on which we made love was bound to sail at some time. We enjoyed the love we had in the purest manner ever. But I still hope that the sailed ship will, at least once, return to its dock.