Star-Crossed Soulmates

My Dearest M,

I saw you lying lifeless in the kitchen today. I am told, you may have expired a month back and your body was just lying down there, unattended to, all these days. A million memories flashed before my eyes, as I saw you for the last time. Strangely my eyes were dry though I felt numb. Had distance indeed weakened our relationship?

My first brush with you, happened in my early teens, and it soon metamorphosized into a torrid love story. A friend of mine introduced you to me and I fell in love instantly with you, with the various flavours of your personality. I knew it was not an exclusive relationship. I knew you had many other lovers; many other smitten people like me. Even then, I was happy to be basking in your warmth.

You were always there for me. You made me feel good. I turned to you in moments of joy, sadness, in every undercurrent of emotion I had. You were there when I wanted to celebrate, you were also there to comfort me, in moments of loss. You were there for me, in days of sunshine or rain. My feelings for you were inexplicable.

My lips quivered with passion whenever they touched you. I was in love. A nerdy gawky teenager had found her first love.

Our frequent flings were met with parental disapproval, as they felt I was slowly getting extremely attached and addicted to you. I still could not stop myself from being with you, sometimes in broad daylight, sometimes on the sly. After all, love does throw logic out of the window.

Slowly I grew older, but my feelings for you did not diminish. If anything, our relationship just got stronger by the day. I was with you, for at least thrice a week, despite commitments. Every time, I would eagerly look forward to being with you, sometimes at my house, sometimes at a friend’s place, or at office and sometimes at other restaurants.

Then suddenly one day, you went missing, incommunicado. It was as if, someone had banned your existence. It was as if, someone had cast an evil eye on our passionate love story. I did not know when you would come back. My friends tried to comfort me. They even tried to introduce me to other similar people. But I just could not connect with others. Nobody could fill your shoes. Nobody could take your place in my life.

Slowly, I reconciled to the loss and made peace with your absence. I got married in the meantime and had a beautiful baby. And then, suddenly you were back in town. But sadly, I could not unite with you thereafter.

Dear M, aka my dearest Maggi noodles, I may have outgrown our feelings, but I will surely introduce you to my daughter when she grows a little older. I will let her carry forward, the love story started by her mother.