Fate had willed it and time had stamped her arrival in his life.
She had come in his life as the only solace and last thread of hope not that he was not an optimist. Gifted with blue eyes, she at first was puzzled, smiling, at times crying in delight yet many a times raising a ruckus and with a voice that could melt even the hardest rock on earth.
She was his first love unchained and simply dramatic feeling to happen in nothing less than melodramatic fashion as though life had orchestrated the best of the symphony for the tempest that his parched soul and body withstood.
Over many nights under dim lights, he had spoken to her animatedly for long hours explaining how much he loved, what all trials and tribulations he had undergone and that he was glad to have finally found her. Those were also the times where each teardrop of his was like waterfall. Their relationship had strengthened and blossomed day after day, year after year as she understood, comforted and loved him more than he could have hoped for.
Strange are the ways of love as they had found paradise in each other arms and heart. Yet on days when blues held upper hand, he would retrieve in shell with a drink in hand often replying in affirmatives or negatives and simply nodding as he feared a twist in the tale was in the offing and as though it was an inevitable chapter thrust upon earthlings.
It finally happened!
The passage of time ensured she explore the worldly ways as usually happens and she was more than glad to accept the change. Out of nowhere and as though it had to happen, the second man had impressed upon her and this was a divine experience that was unparalleled.
She had taken her chance and as she spared time and thought on this experience, it dawned to her to that this was indeed love albeit a different plane. Suddenly, it all seemed worthwhile – the four seasons, the sunshine, the moon, the long walks with hands clasped tightly under starry nights encompassing hearts melting with soft gaze of each other.
He was in love with her innocence, simplicity, elegance, her each expression that facial muscles could demonstrate, that wave of hand and twirl of fingers when bidding goodbye. If he was the wood, she would be fire, when he was the spring she was that blooming flower; all in all complimenting and holding on to each other not only in greener pastures but also in leaner patches. Their union was a testimony to their undying faith in each other as they had found love!
If only sand could have been reversed at our whims and fancies in hourglass tube, we would all be masters of fate, so he thought who had been besides her for majority of seasons and for a single reason – Love.
She had been calm, composed as ever, decked with lovely flowers and listening to renditions of both men. The weather was muggy despite having rained steadily as couple of pair of eyes looked on expectantly as though she would anytime offer an explanation.
Irony had flooded the face of first love as he stood like a statue carved out of a giant rock with eyes hardened and staring blankly. Grief was written large on second man’s face as he mocked her for cheating and unexpectedly deserting him. She had chosen stony silence, much unlike her nature at the extent of being labeled indifferent.
Thereby hung a tale unexplained authored by time unexpectedly.
Realizing the futility both men turned to each other, hugging for a long time, patting and trying to comfort each other in vain knowing that both had lost their love, and away they went after she was laid to rest today for one had lost his daughter, the other his sweetheart.