“There is this girl that I love…”
Those were the first words that resonated in my mind as I looked at blinking cursor on the white screen, and I laughed even before I began typing… How many times have I started writing about you with these very words? As far as writers go, I am very unimaginative when it came to this certain lady of my life, and completely unrepentant about it. These were always the first words that would crowd my mind, with my eyes crinkling in a smile, every time I think of her, talk about her, pen down about her.
A traveler, a treasure trove of tongue-in-cheek witticisms, a writer, a lawyer, a friend, a shoulder and my very own pillar of strength, and a manifestation of, heretofore thought not possible, my ever increasing love – Neha. You do have the perfect name, you know- what else could you be, but ‘love’?
It is her birthday, and it has been a while since I wrote of her in here. But my baby twin, my soul-sister, needs to be here, resurrected from time to time for nothing but the most selfish reason… for me to be. And there’s no better day than today to tell you, I couldn’t be, if you weren’t.
Over long distances, with time-zones at loggerheads, between infinite years, and all the upheavals and mayhems, yours and mine… you, my love, are my constant. And such a beautiful and a wonderful one at that! Your dimpled smile and twinkling eyes that are apparent even over the badly pixelated Skype calls, through the wires and waves that connect our voices, or through the used and abused emoticons and dry letters in a small box at the corner of my starkly bright screen- all of them, all of you, sustain me.
Today, she wants a quiet day, going about her responsibilities (that she takes care of so magnificently), and to be remembered only by those who remember without any prodding. I don’t blame her, after all we are cut from the same cloth. But that doesn’t mean, I will let her! If she blocks Facebook, I am going to go more public, I am going on Twitter (agreed, my impact is much less there, but I am counting on hers!). But as she said, I could always tag her on my post on Facebook… I figured I’ll embarrass her further, and write a whole damn essay on her! Fight that.
I can’t leave you alone, ever, let alone on your birthday… And I am not wishing you any special happiness for the day, because that one thing is in my mind, and in my prayers, always, every day.
I love you, Neha… birthdays are wonderful, you know!
N.B. That picture of us… I am glad you sent a photo of it to me! ~G.