HER PRESENCE : A BLISS

It was a warm day of May, and I was sitting at the library desk when this simple serene damsel enters our coaching. Dressed in a pink top and a black trouser she just took my heart away with that cherubic smile of hers. She was dead gorgeous. Her pristine beauty mesmerized me completely and her demure and panache bowled me over. All eyes in the room were on her and her eyes…….on the receptionist. She had come to take admission in my course and a friend of mine told that she would be in my batch only. A smile was all I had on my face.
Next day when I came to coaching the attendant gave me her I – D card and asked me to handover it to her as she was in my batch only. My guardian angel had blessed me with this chance to talk to her and I knew I had to make a mark to get that conversation going. The class had not started and I was waiting anxiously for her to come. In few minutes she too arrived. Had it been for someone else he would have jumped to talk to her but since it was me I waited for her to settle. I stood outside the class and waited for her. In a moment she came out and was looking for someone. Then she came towards me and said ‘HI’ with that same cherubic smile (Guardian angel). I said ‘HI’ and there our conversation started. Within minutes I found her to be one of the entrants of my directory. [I had this knack of knowing people wherever I would go. I used to be friend people wherever I used to go and then a network would be established. Like this I had developed a directory in my mind of so many people. It contained not only their names but phone numbers of some, vehicle numbers of some, family background of some and other details of few]. Now it was easier to converse as I gave her ample evidences of me knowing her though I actually had never met or seen her. She also felt happy to find a friend in this new place. Then I forwarded her I – D card to her for which she was thankful. Then we went into the class. I used to sit on the second or third last row at a center seat; that day she also came back to sit with me. I had an awesome evening that day. After the class we sat for an hour outside the coaching and talked about each other.
This soon became a routine. We used to come early and spend time in each others company, then we would study and after the class we would again spend time together. Then we changed our after class routine. We would go for a drive in her car or we would hang around in nearby restaurants. All eyes in my coaching were jealous of me, the guys of my good luck and the gals of her bad taste and choice. Well we did make a statement wherever we used to go and I was feeling like I had all the happiness of this world. I was sure of my career and I knew I could make her happy too. Whenever I was with her I would just feel the same comfort that a baby has in her mothers lap.
We would share so many things with each other. She had a past which she told me; that ugly past would surface occasionally and that would make her quite for days. I wont boast but my friendship helped her a lot to recover from the pain, agony and trauma of that burnt past. My night walks had given me enough insight and acumen to handle such upheavals in life. She was just like that flower which gets shriveled in inclement weather and when it gets nourishment and care it regains its lost beauty and sanctity. To sum up we were already a couple sharing and balancing the mixes of life and living it with all our might.
Every day has a night and so did our happiness, friendship and……………love. We had reached to the end of our course and soon we were to give our exams. We didn’t know where we would land up as our destinies were not a slave of our whims and fancies. We were unaware of what the future might hold for us yet we had this bonding that would alleviate our anxieties and allay our fear. We wanted to make the most of what we had before we ventured out for our careers. We wanted to spend most of the time together and make memories that could be cherished throughout our course. We would call each other numerous times in a day but the best time would be when we would talk for hours in the dead hours of night. It was so much pleasure to talk to her in night. The night with its sedation makes a person more emotional, intense and vulnerable. She would get so emotional and intense and it would give me immense happiness in knowing this side of her. Yes, somewhere I knew this is what a woman in your life does to you, she makes that soft side of yours activated. It’s difficult to put those loving moments in words but I lived them to the fullest.
We had given our exams and were waiting for the final results to be declared. We were meeting everyday but then one day she called me up at her place. I reached her place in time. She opened the door for me, gave me a tight hug and went in. I closed the door and moved in. She was watching a movie which she had paused. I sat down on the floor and played the movie. I had my legs spread out and my hands stretched back on the cushion. She came out with a drink and then sat between my legs and rested her back on me. It told me that she was alone at home. She was unusually quite. I knew something was coming coz she had not been so quite in past few months and her past was already a past to bother her anymore. I started moving my hands in her open, straight, silky long hair. I moved her hair from her neck and shoulder and kissed her on her neck. No reaction. I started kissing upwards and reached her ear. I gently bit her ear. No reaction still. I stopped. Then she slowly turned back and looked deep into my eyes. I tried reading her but before I could do anything our lips were locked into each other and our hands all over each other. She took off my t – shirt and caressed my bare chest with her soft wet lips. The next moment I was all over her. I was about to be swayed by my emotions and passion when my conscience pulled me back to senses. I withdrew my self away from her. I got dressed and sat down on the sofa. I had lost it but not completely. I wasn’t feeling guilty but awkward.
She was still quite. She came and sat beside me. I saw those tears in her eyes that were about to roll down her cheeks. There was pain in them, excruciating pain. I couldn’t hold on to her eyes and moved my eyes away from her. I saw a call letter lying on the center table. I opened it to find that she was selected in a prestigious institute and her joining date was in a week. A week? We had no time left. I looked in her eyes again but this time I couldn’t see her as there were tears in my eyes. I had the same pain in my eyes as hers. I sensed it, I felt it, and I cried it. I was speechless; in fact no words were required. I knew what she had to say and she knew what I had to say. I hugged her again, this time our touch saying it all. We sat down like that for hours looking in each others eyes. Sometimes you say it best when you say nothing at all. We knew this was coming and we were preparing ourselves for it but somewhere our preparation lacked. That was it. She had to go and that was certain. We had to accept it. It was getting difficult for me to stay there; a choking pungent feeling was taking my words away. I stood up, looked at her, gave her a parting hug and I came out from her house.

It was difficult for me to go to my house with those red, swollen crying eyes so I went for a drive. I went to that same spot outside the city where we would hang out often. The serenity of the place assuaged me and I was ready to accept the truth, after all it was a matter of two years only. I came back home in the evening and went straight into my room. I was listening to some soft songs on my laptop when my mom entered the room and gave me a letter. It was a call letter. I opened it and my eyes got startling wide. I was selected, and in the same institute as hers.