The Metaphor..

She was a loony at heart. Always.

Yes, she had almost lost her heart twice, went weak in her knees a few times, but, she was yet awaiting her chance, to be loved back, still. When she was not playing her part in life, she was painting a whirlwind romance in her head – leaving behind a dreamy expression on her face for the world to see.

It was by sheer chance that she had happened to meet him. “It can’t be a chance meeting bumping into you”, she had murmured to herself then as she took a long second glance at him. She had known then, there itself, that he was the face missing from her story, the rhythm missing from her song.

Today,, months after that first chance encounter, he was right in front of her. A scene right out of her head, she told herself. Her loony head. It spoke more to herself than to the world outside..Checks. He was wearing checks, she noted with a flutter:)
Could this be real? Could he be everything that she had thought of him to be? She was a dreamer.. This could be a dream too. Right. This was supposed to be a dream. Its manifestation was not meant to be.. Or so had she talked herself to sleep every night?? Whatever that it was, it was not meant to reach him!

How on earth did he know about her dream? Did he know that she dreamt of him every single night?? He had brought with himself too many questions! But, before she could even reach her heart to fetch the answers,, his hand had wrapped her around her waist.

He was warm. Warmer than she had imagined him to be. So close to her heart now, he was altering all her assumptions of him - heart beat by heart beat.. Ummm, it couldn't be a heart beat, she corrected herself quickly. Right now,, her heart was racing a marathon and pounding a thump louder than a lion roar..Her heart was scared..as scared as she was.. Or happy?? Very happy..?? She was confused. The whole of her was.

What had drawn him to her?? What was he thinking - grabbing her by her waist?? How did he know?? Had she been too obvious of her love for him?? Gosh No!! Her brain was racing her heart now and they both were getting nowhere.. Nowhere close to the answers at least! Traitors of blood had left her alone on this battleground.

She looked up to him for the first time. She was too petite for him. Or may be he was just too tall.. Hmm,,this was not the time to ponder on the tall and short of things, she gathered herself back. Not when she was close enough to experience a massive power failure of her heart! She had never seen him from this close, ever. He looked more Godlier than he did otherwise. Chiseled to the chin, a neat stubble and those eyes. Deep, dark eyes. The whole of universe could drown into them, she thought. Wow. Her eyes tried to shy away,but, he had them locked to his.

He winked back at her as if to break herself ongoing self chatter. No exchange of words had happened since what now looked like forever and neither of them spoke even now. May be words were not always meant to fill vacuums. He drew her closer and the intimacy had spread a pandemic of goose bumps across her flesh. Her hands, stone cold by now, touched against his built to avoid total collision. The space between their hearts had never been so scarce.. Never. She could hear his heart pounding too. It was a stronger, sturdier thump than hers. The most beautiful sound she had ever heard. She guessed he had sensed her cold body even before she had. He looked at her again and answered all her questions through those eyes. She didn't have to ask, he didn't need to know. Their hearts had communicated.

This was not her dream. It would not end at the break of dawn. Yes, she had dreamt of him for the longest of time that she could remember. And for the longest time had she been afraid of this confession, afraid of falling in love, afraid of being loved. But here he was.. Filling her being with love she couldn't contain, with happiness she couldn't hide. She was about to explode when he carefully planted a kiss on her forehead. Like he had waited - waited as long as she had, for this moment to arrive. Like he wanted her as bad as she had. Like this was his dream come true. Like she had completed his puzzle as he had added music to her love song.

Everything about him had been warm. Warm like the first sunshine after a cold winter. Warmth that could melt her world in his one embrace. And melt, she did, as he took her in his arms. For infinity to find them..It was not the dream. It was him. The dream had just been the metaphor of him:)