My Parents: The Secret Wish list

Part : 1`- Penning down at Coffee Express:

As I sit to pen down a story over another sip of caffeine, A beautiful bright morning people were roaming in the street. The flowers were blossoming and I heard the sounds of birds. Sitting in the corner seat of sidewalk with my dad and describing my mom. She looks so pretty and charming with a bold attitude. It had just stopped raining. She was there as usual. At the quaint coffee shop around the corner overlooking the street, in her favorite seat... she sat by the window with her favorite hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows floating like shooting stars in the dark blue sky. The jukebox in the corner played her song as usual. It was one of her favorites. She played with her spoon along with the tune.

"Way down by the stream

How sweet it will seem

Once more just to dream

In the silvery moonlight

My honey, I know

With the dawn

That you will be gone

But tonight

You belong to me..."

The tiny bell on the door rang. Just like the old times, he was there... drenched completely.

Part: 2 – 1994 – Love Story:

And its next day, my mom started to tell a 1994 love story. I never tired of hearing their story. As a little girl, I’d sit beside my mom with their wedding album spread across my lap, slowly turning the pages of 8×10 glossy black and white, colored photographs I’d trace my fingers along their faces, along that wedding suits.

Tell me again,” I said. “Tell me again about

you and dad.”

And then she smiled and continued her story – I saw him first time at temple, with drizzling showers of flowers from trees, blessing us.We had a small conversation about the future life.

“Mummy , tell about dad – ?”.....

"Your dad is a Veena player and Auditor – He is tall, handsome, wearing big glasses, with bell-bottom jeans and t-shirt” . He is such a sweet heart helps and cares for me in all walks of life.

“Finally we got married, had a fabulous life,We never fought in our life. It was mid October and the kaleidoscope of leaves, in crimson and gold, held on to their mother tree with great tenacity, requiring gusts of wind to drift them away as quick as the season; while the roses, laden with clusters of brilliant red bloom were not yet ready to succumb and fade away.

The waning sun still cozy days , but in the evening the full Hunter’s ray of sunlight glinted off the Rime that blanketed the earth with a thick

glassy Carpet.. It was on such a homely time a cute little angel was born. My mother fondly called me as “ China rose” , “You were born in the sign of the Strawberry Moon. I named you because your black hair was like the leaves that blooms on the rose that shines bright like star in the sky , you ripe with opportunity , make your dreams come true and you look like flower with natural beauty ,and your skin touch as cold as ice in the Mid -Hunter’s Moon delight. So ,never forget that you are Strong and beautiful.” And that was the lifeline till the end.

And she concluded with a beautiful ending with the quote “ To The World You May Be Just One Person , But To One Person You May Be The World”!. And a Priceless smile and her eyes would crinkle and she’d get that lovey - dovey look.

"This was the wonderful memories from the past, that we ever Cherished .”- She Said. "Some things never change!", - he said as he cuts the cake to celebrate their 23rd anniversary.“They say Moon is the reflection of the sun” – But Your love Shines as bright as the sun itself , Here is the wish of joy for the best couple , Cheers to you – “Happy Anniversary”!.– I wished.

Part :3 – Chapter Ending With A - Mini Account On My Parents:

The concept of “you” and “me” turning to “us” is exceptionally beautiful.

The prose of “us” is extra ordinarily captivating.

The rhythm of "our " heartbeat is soothingly serene.

The tune to the song “we” sing is a delightful harmony.

The two steps of dance is flawlessly pure.

The beat of music is heavenly peaceful.

The life ahead of us is screaming happiness, but it’s only you who is missing right now.

  "No matter what happens!"...........

                 "Life always ends up being a beautiful piece of art.".........

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