That Song

Sometimes a moment get stuck in a song. The song becomes your time machine. Whenever that song is played, it feels like you're living the moment again. Everyone has different moments stuck in different songs. Some relive the moments when they had their first kiss under the lilac summer skies, the smile that ooze out when you get your first salary, or anything whether it be happy or sad. The song makes the moment complete.

''Hold on, I still want you, Come back I still need you,

Let me take your hand I'll make it right,

Swear to love you all my life, Hold on I still want you.....''

The song playing on the stereo of dad's vintage car, when I caught site of those sparkling eyes searching for solace amidst the joyous and crazy company of friends. She gazed at the road with eyes so quiet and face so numb, that nobody could think of what a sturdy storm was brewing inside. Maybe it was the death of her father that made her heart as oblivious as a child into a rock solid shell. Our mothers were quite besties as I remember now and so were our siblings, but not us. She was the one who never craved for attention and little did she realise that she gotta an admirer who's eyes always looked out for her in a crowded room. She never considered me anything more than a familiar face but that never made me fail to fall for her like dewdrops on purple coral bells on a January morning. Maybe I was too young to realise that disney stories aren't always real and sometimes the reality is a sore pill to swallow. Before I could have confessed my feelings she left the town.

It was almost 5 years since she left for studies and now she was coming back. My heart did a somersault hearing that news. I didn't know hearts could do that but well. I was very excited and just wished that after all this years, now that we'll finally meet, I'll be able to express my feelings. I was all prepped up waiting for her arrival and was a bit nervous too. What if she don't remember me?! What if she has fallen in love with someone else in the past years?! All this anxiety made my stomach ache and then came the moment when I finally saw her. I heard a note very familiar with the one playing on the stereo the first time I saw her. The day I fell for her.

"I pull you and I feel your heartbeat, can you hear me screaming please don't leave me,

Hold on, I still want you, come back I still need you...."

And the moment stuck in the this song, when I smiled at her, offered my hand which she graciously accepts- thank god. I'm not sure what I would have done if she had declined. When she sat down, with the sun setting behind her, the breezes kissing her hair and peacefulness in her eyes. Those eyes, those sparkling blue eyes, I fell for. I opened my mouth to speak but words denied to come out of my throat. I felt that essence for the first time under the silk of her breath. I gazed at her and it felt like she was the yellow of the sun and the blue of the sky. Individually we were just another colour palette but together make art. Sometimes I wonder if our love is a Jane Austen story or a Taylor Swift song. And then I finally confessed, 'I love you Eliza...' She looked straight into my eyes for a few seconds and then came the golden moment when I saw her smile. Her smile bloomed like a white lotus on a full moon night and for the first time I realised, this can't be a work of human. It's God at work....

"And the story ends!! Now both of you little munchkins, it's time for bed. Me and your grandma are also very tired."

"She doesn't look tired Grandpa", said one.

I looked at her, with her forehead more wrinkled than I remember, her cheeks sagging, with dusky grey hair hanging around her shoulder, but despite all this she looks.... young. So old, but still so much life left in her eyes. Those eyes I fell for, the eyes of my wife, my Eliza....