They met online. They followed each other. They liked and commented on each other’s posts. They waited for each other to come online. But never messaged one another. Till one day she messaged him.
She: Hi, your posts are fun to read. I really enjoy them.
He: oh thanks. I read yours too.
She: Thanks, I’m honored.
He: So, what do you do?
She: Working in an IT firm. What about you?
He: I’m a writer.
She: That’s great. No wonder your posts are so deep, so well written and articulate.
He: I just jot down what comes in my mind.
She: And that itself is splendid. Your mind overworks and produces wonderful outputs.
He: You sure are proving to be giving your work all justice, I mean talking in IT language. *Smiles *
She: Haha, you sure are a keen observer. Sorry if it’s irksome.
He : Not at all.
She: What do you write on?
He: Life, love, pain and anything which stirs my soul.
She: You writers have a way with words. Writers are never dearth of words.
He: You’re mistaken Aarti. I go for a toss sometimes and also go in for a major loss of words when I see beauty in front of me. Either I shiver or embrace it with full love.
She: That’s so beautiful. See, didn’t I tell you that writers can say a simple sentence in a whole new dimension. I love that in you so much , I meant that quality in writers.
He: You’re making me blush now. ☺️
She: Just telling you the fact, feel free to blush. 😁😁
He: Got to go now, bye, till we meet again, I mean, till we chat again.
She: Ya, bye. 🙋♀️
He: Haha, I love that emoji. Let me put one too in reciprocation. 🙋♂️
* Both sign off *
They think of the conversation. Re – read it a dozen times. Smile to themselves and wait for the next chat to happen.
He logs in . As usual liked some posts, commented on some but in his mind he was anxiously waiting for her. Waited and waited. She didn’t appear online. He didn’t feel too good. He felt something missing. A part of him felt numb. He never felt this way for anyone ever. He asked himself if he was in love and a voice from within replied, ‘Yes’.
A week passed by when finally she logged in and he too was seen online. The green light next to her name excited him more than anything else ever. She was happy on seeing him too.
He: Hi, how are you? Didn’t see you for some days.
She: Hiii, I’m doing good ya. Was busy with office work. Now got some time to breathe. Phew!
He : I…..
She: What happened? You wanting to say something? Hope all is well with you. 😟
He: I missed you like hell.
She: Awwww, that’s so sweet. Atleast someone said that to me. I needed to hear that badly!
He: Arre, I’m not joking. I meant it.
She: Thanks Sachin. But now I’m back. ☺️😀
He: Don’t just suddenly disappear like this. You give me a heartache!
She: Ahem.. ahem. Someone seems to be smitten by someone online.
He: Your guess is correct. I’m smitten by you.
She: Arre wah! A writer is smitten by me. Now isn’t that cool. 😎😁
He: Never thought it would happen but then this one person just comes into my life from nowhere and destroys my peace. And that destruction is beautiful and I have no words to describe that.
She : Then you need to write a poem on me describing your live tsunami, sorry for the bad usage of words. I’m not a writer, you see. 😅😅
He: why only a poem? A book on you is what I planned. Well, you did touch the correct chords and turned on the music in me. I’m indebted to you for life.
She: oh my, that’s too much to say Sachin. *blushing *
* Awkward Silence*
He: I really love you. And I don’t just say things like that for fun. I mean every word I say. And after all this if you find me suitable enough then I will be blessed.
She: I like you too. I think you’re just made for me. And then as the saying goes, ‘ if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.’ it’s so true in our case. So I expect poetries, love notes, shayris from you. You better keep up with those expectations. I think that’s not too much to ask for, right Sachin?
He: For you, anything!
A poetic love story erupts . A garden of feelings and emotions bloom.
‘Love is a feeling,
Love is an emotion,
And It causes commotion.
It’s a healing touch
To the depressed and the oppressed.
It gives rise to words,
And puts the demons in us to rest,
It makes you do things that are best.
Love someone for as they are,
Don’t demand, don’t expect.
Love is to share and respect,
Be with someone who makes you forget the rest!