Love is in the Air

A short love story of a girl.

    Shivangi, gradually started noticing a pair of happy eyes watching her, coming near to the water dispenser, kept close to her workstation, every now and then. Below those happy eyes were two large lips always smiling, not particularly at her but everyone around in general. This was the same individual who would offer her tips, help & guide her, when she would be stuck in a grim situation.

    Even though he was not the most conventional tall dark & handsome individual around but still she was attracted towards him. At the water dispenser they would often start off a conversation or joke about something. This one time she heard that he was being sent to France on an onsite project for a couple of months. She was happy for him still she could not understand that why somewhere in some little corner of her heart she was sad.

    But little the two realized that this was actually the beginning of an elaborate long distance rendezvous which shall strengthen their bond for a lifetime. They started writing emails to each other almost daily and talked about every topic under the sun from family, to science, spirituality, social issues, to ideologies, expectations, feelings. Shivangi would wait for the office to end so that she could chat with him, after hours. During one such chat out of the blue he proposed. Shivangi could not believe her eyes, a weird feeling rushed through her veins and spread through her entire body when she read the 3 words flashing on her chat screen. She was going through mixed emotions and with shaking hands she typed,” how can you be so sure, we have not yet met properly and maybe didn’t even know each other so well”.

He said that he knows and that’s it.

    Shivangi, remained skeptical although she was trying to be practical, she knew her father would never agree to this match. One day she poured her heart out and let Shome know that without her father’s approval she could never go ahead.

    On a bright October Sunday morning Shivangi’s father announced that they were going to meet a probable groom at the Indian Coffee House, the famous meeting place of many such match makers, and that they shall leave by 10 AM. Nervously Shivangi dressed up in a red chiffon saree and tiptoed to the washroom to call Shome. She was a bit surprised and yet consoled by Shome’s soft yet firm voice that meeting someone did not imply marriage, so she had to just get done with it.

   They reached Coffee house just before 11am and waited anxiously for the boy’s family to arrive. Finally the family arrived, Shivangi kept looking at her fingers and toes. But suddenly of all the voices she heard a familiar voice, she lifted her eyes up and saw her beloved Shome standing in front of her, with that killer smile, that had blew her heart away, the first time they had met.

 

-Meghna-

Reviews

[Randhir kaur]

Very sweet and nice write Mam..

[Meghna Singh]

Thanks Randhir!

[Sandra Nair]

Very good work, auntie. I really like your style of writing.

[Amory Grey]

This is a truly charming piece, well done indeed. I like the innocence of it all.
Cheers

[Meghna Singh]

Pls review my first ever short story.

[Sudeep Mishra]

Very nicely written Ma'am. Keep creating new pages .

[Meghna Singh]

Thanks a lot Sudeep. Read some of my articles as well. Thanks again.

[Sudeep Mishra]

Roger that, in a definite node.