HER GOLDEN-BLACK HAIR AND HAZEL-GREEN EYES....

HER GOLDEN-BLACK HAIR…..


It was three years back when I met her for the first time on the way to Amarnath Shrine, they called her D……. forget it. What is in the name? Monsoon had not set in, snow had not yet started melting and afternoon breeze and her presence next to me was catalyst enough for me to think “Was it better for me to be a cliff than a smooth mountain, or it would have been better if I were a sand dune rather than the verdant garden?” THOUGHTS….they were something like a cave in which our torches show just the circumference of our minds…thoughts sometimes start flowing on undulating paths of vision and even if one tries, they go beyond imagination…

Her golden-black hair fluttering in that breeze were actually nothing in front of the calm ocean deep eyes, yeah she was the beauty which one would have only imagined. When she was walking on those multiangular rocks covered with snow, with poise and grace, was worth capturing in a time capsule. Her eyes were speaking more than she did. Each emotion was crystal clear. I know that love is WILL far more than it is PASSION but passion does sustain the will and one chooses love the way one chooses faith. I also knew very well that chance of happiness equals the risk of pain but still those hazel green eyes were like woods on a warm spring day…and I think I was slowly falling in love. She kept quiet all the way…all the staging camps where we had our halts; we did have some interaction but with all the people around and those tough conditions did not give me a chance to express what I had in my mind.

Many a times circumstances are more powerful than human being…She had to leave much before I did. I kept thinking of those hazel green eyes…. In daylight she was a haunting melody and in dark she was like symphony….I kept gazing those sunlit doorways, the timeless world of sun n’ breezes and kept remembering those days of dappled love.

She had gone….I was not sure if I will ever get a chance to meet her again….

About three months back I had to move to Sikkim on a very short notice. Being tourist season I could not arrange accommodation prior to my move. On my way to Gnagtok, I called up an old buddy of mine Anand who is stationed at Gangtok and requested him to arrange some place for me to stay. He was furious. “Me asking him to arrange accommodation?” He told me to straight away reach his home and plan to stay with him. Anand had organized a get-together of some friends and when I reached his home I saw few more buddies. After initial jhappis and exchange of “nice words” with those blokes, Anand told me that he is also going along with me for the same purpose and he explained the plan of move for the next day. We all started moving inside.

As soon as I entered……I stood speechless… whom do I see here…impossible to believe my eyes…Anand noticed those expressions on my face and whispered in my ear…bloody chap.. Don’t look at her as if you know her…I said, of course I have met her and spent many days with her. Next Obvious question was How come she is here? Anand said, oh, she is with me for some time now, will tell you later…it’s a long story but to cut the long story short she loves me a lot.

Her Golden- Black hair and eyes I never forgot since the time we had met 3 years back. Love does allow the rivers to flow freely and the tides to turn without regret. Love redeems the passions of the moment underneath the qualms that quell the sea. Her eyes again started to speak and  sure enough those beautiful eyes started turning every moment into forever.

The evening passed and I went to my room. I was thinking of her and closed my eyes...I was asleep soon. I felt the warm breath on my hand and her head on my shoulder…oh was it a dream? I was suddenly awake and saw her next to me…those dreamy eyes were so close to me…I switched on the light and saw Anand standing there too, he clearly gave those expressions of being heartbroken. I tried to explain my position…. Since Anand is one of my best buddies he knew that it was not me who could do this…and even she was there with me for old time’s sake…..

Best part was that she was not at all afraid of cockroaches, lizards, heights, snowstorms or blizzards…she was mentally robust…She was fond of playing with small pebbles which clearly represented the child in her. We all spent almost a week together, long walks on those beautiful mountains were like paradise and the emotions flew high so so many times…In her presence the beauty of night sky lit with diamonds made those stars so beautiful and romantic…love looks for the grace of its reflection and that is why love becomes the cause of love itself. I felt Love was more richer than the loveliness of the coral seas…This was the best time of my life.

This time it was me who had to come back…the time spent with her I will always cherish. Before I was winding up for coming back, I requested Anand if I could click a few pictures of her/with her…he agreed reluctantly. While transferring those pictures to my computer somehow I managed to delete them. I called up Anand to send me one picture (at least). I would have definitely shared her picture with you all, but being public domain I feel it would be incorrect. I will surely and certainly show you all those beautiful eyes by putting some portion of the picture by updating this post as soon as I receive it…that is a promise. I shall also tell you her name.

I do not know why most of the readers called it anti-climax...yeah most of you were correct...her name as registered in Kennel Club is "Golden Sunshine" but everyone called her Dolly....DOLLY THE DOLL...The best rescue canine i ever worked with...I recieved the pic 10 minutes back and as promised I am posting it here...You can see still she is sitting with a pebble..so shy she is that as soon as you try to click a photograph she looks the other way. I am sure you all will also fall in love with her.....had anyone seen her doing her job..you would have written much more than what i wrote..Her love and dedication was UNCONDITIONAL....Thanks a lot everyone to have read my blog....

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