It was a warm afternoon, a bright afternoon, mid October. The autumn breeze was blowing softly, touching her face, her arms and making her dark tresses flutter softly like silk strands. Autumn had always been her favourite season- not so hot, not so cold, the red coloured tree leaves...Oh .. those bright colours, soothing her eyes! She loved the sound the leaves produced when they stroked with each other as the wind tried to throw them apart. She could feel the music within them. She always thought that the leaves died happily to make way for the new ones and they enjoy this game they are playing with the wind - producing a soft crisp magical sound . She stared at the leaves fallen down and scattered around the tree and thought, "today some of my bitter memories will fall down making way for better ones just like these leaves."
Today was different, different from the normal autumn days ! Today was special, very very special. She was just truly happy. The happiness created magic within her. She felt light and free. The sparkle in her eyes, the glow on her face clearly reflected something entirely different. Maybe some extra muscles were stretched to accommodate that big smile on her face today. Maybe some extra hormones were produced by the glands of her body to make her feel the way she felt today. She had not felt like this for quite a while. She thought real happiness must feel like what she had been feeling today.
He was coming !!!!
Every moment spent without him was like a thousand years spent apart. Those sleepless lonely nights, the void, everything used to haunt her. She missed his hugs, his kisses, his funny remarks and his attempts to make her happy. For her everything about him was perfect. He loved her so much that she always felt lost within him. He was her everything and she was the one he was crazy about. He treated her like a Queen ... She would blush and he would laugh at her. She liked this laugh of him .... a very genuine laugh, probably because of her and she would also end up laughing in the end. Oh, she missed all these things so bad that she couldn't even express.
But at that moment, it felt as if it all happened just yesterday. It felt like yesterday when he picked up his guitar and sang to her " Leaving On A Jetplane" by John Denver. She was holding herself up the whole time but broke instantly into tears when he started the first line ... "All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go ..." She listened to the whole song crying ... all her senses went numb except for her ears which were listening to the sadness in his voice ... she didn't want to break in front of him but she could no longer fight with her tears. She wanted him to stop right there but couldn't say anything. When he reached the line "Hold me like you'll never let me go ..." she ran near him, hugged him tight from the back with her face pressed on his neck and cried even more. Her tears were like a heavy downpour. He continued and finished at last ... she was still hugging him tight. He put his guitar aside and told her to stop crying. He slowly helped her stand in front of him. She was still crying. He wiped her tears with his thumb and tucked her soft hairs behind her ears. He just kept staring at her, without saying a single word. The look in his eyes and the sadness in his face, everything was still clear and fresh in her memories. She even blamed herself because he was never ever sad in his life as long as she had known him and her presence made him hard to say goodbye. He was so much expressive, romantic and happy and he liked singing and strumming his guitar. He was a very good singer who sang with all his feelings. He pulled her close and hugged her tight ... and uttered just these words, " I will miss you, take care of yourself when I am away and don't forget that I love you so much." Again she broke into tears but held herself up after a while.
It was today that he left on a Jetplane exactly 2 years ago. It was Tuesday. He was leaving for a job opportunity abroad because it was the only choice left for him. After the firm he was working became bankrupt due to the political instability, he was jobless. Not only him, thousands of other youths became jobless during that time. He started looking for some other jobs but all in vain. More than six months of rigorous job hunting and he didn't get any despite his good education and experience. Then he started applying for jobs in other countries as well. One fine day he got an unexpected call and after some questioning they gave him the job offer. He was both happy and sad at the same time. He told her about the offer. Life was getting harder for them, their finances were really bad. They were deep down in debt. She was also jobless and hunting for a job. So she knew and understood this was the only option left for them. He told her that it was a special project assignment having the duration of 25 months. They were married for about 11 months then. He was just 24 and she was 22 when they got married. She hated her country that day... the unstable politics .... filthy game of power and chair ... it was worse than war for her. Her love was going far away from her because of this. She was sad but kept a smiling face so that he does not get demotivated. She never cried in front of him while he was busy with all the paper works for visa. The only time she cried in front of him was when he sang the song that day.
She was very pretty with those bright beautiful eyes, long black hair and that smile. He always told her that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on. He used to tell her that he was crazy about the crinkles on her nose when she smiled. She had always smiled that way but never noticed them until he told her. Every time they would be together she used to talk and talk and he used to listen to her like a child listening to his favourite story. Stupid ! she used to think! Probably, only his memories were responsible for holding her together all these time.
She looked at her watch. It was precisely 4:40 pm, still 10 minutes left. She was carrying a polythene bag. A white chart paper was rolled, kept carefully inside the bag but visible from the outside. A jetplane roared in a distance. It was after two long years she was going to see him in person. This spiked some feelings of sudden anxiety inside her. It was 4:50pm. She looked around. There were many people there eagerly waiting for their loved ones outside the "Arrivals". She could feel their anxiety, happiness, eagerness and the whole mix of emotions. Clearly, she was not alone facing this situation. She felt content but at the same time felt sad thinking about those people like her who had to be the victim of circumstance ... victim of bad politics .. bad system. Her watch showed 5:24pm. People started coming out one by one. Her eyes were searching for that one person. After some fifteen or so people came out, she saw him and blushed with an inner smile. She stared at him for a moment, he was wearing deep red coloured T-shirt, the colour that looked the best on him, slowly pushing the trolley forward and his eyes wandering as if searching for someone. She quickly took out the chart paper, unrolled it and flashed it above her head like protesters holding a placard. Everyone started staring at her but she kept staring at him. He finally saw her and read the placard. He increased his pace... reached her, left his trolley and hugged her tight. She instantly broke into tears once again but this time it was her happiness. He whispered "I missed you a lot". She started laughing and crying at the same time. She went blank for some moment when he kept hugging her saying nothing else. Some moments later, he realised that everyone was staring at them so he started pulling the trolley and wrapped his right hand around her shoulder, holding her close. Both started walking slowly ... silent. She looked around her and saw some sad faces. Probably they were facing the same situation she faced some years ago. She was still holding the placard on her hands, rolled back. He asked her to unroll it once again which she happily did... It read:
"It is 21st century, so my Prince Charming decided to come to me on a White Jetplane instead!"
Note: This is purely a work of fiction I wrote some time ago. Probably, it is inspired from the song "Leaving On A Jetpane" by John Denver.
Today was different, different from the normal autumn days ! Today was special, very very special. She was just truly happy. The happiness created magic within her. She felt light and free. The sparkle in her eyes, the glow on her face clearly reflected something entirely different. Maybe some extra muscles were stretched to accommodate that big smile on her face today. Maybe some extra hormones were produced by the glands of her body to make her feel the way she felt today. She had not felt like this for quite a while. She thought real happiness must feel like what she had been feeling today.
He was coming !!!!
Every moment spent without him was like a thousand years spent apart. Those sleepless lonely nights, the void, everything used to haunt her. She missed his hugs, his kisses, his funny remarks and his attempts to make her happy. For her everything about him was perfect. He loved her so much that she always felt lost within him. He was her everything and she was the one he was crazy about. He treated her like a Queen ... She would blush and he would laugh at her. She liked this laugh of him .... a very genuine laugh, probably because of her and she would also end up laughing in the end. Oh, she missed all these things so bad that she couldn't even express.
But at that moment, it felt as if it all happened just yesterday. It felt like yesterday when he picked up his guitar and sang to her " Leaving On A Jetplane" by John Denver. She was holding herself up the whole time but broke instantly into tears when he started the first line ... "All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go ..." She listened to the whole song crying ... all her senses went numb except for her ears which were listening to the sadness in his voice ... she didn't want to break in front of him but she could no longer fight with her tears. She wanted him to stop right there but couldn't say anything. When he reached the line "Hold me like you'll never let me go ..." she ran near him, hugged him tight from the back with her face pressed on his neck and cried even more. Her tears were like a heavy downpour. He continued and finished at last ... she was still hugging him tight. He put his guitar aside and told her to stop crying. He slowly helped her stand in front of him. She was still crying. He wiped her tears with his thumb and tucked her soft hairs behind her ears. He just kept staring at her, without saying a single word. The look in his eyes and the sadness in his face, everything was still clear and fresh in her memories. She even blamed herself because he was never ever sad in his life as long as she had known him and her presence made him hard to say goodbye. He was so much expressive, romantic and happy and he liked singing and strumming his guitar. He was a very good singer who sang with all his feelings. He pulled her close and hugged her tight ... and uttered just these words, " I will miss you, take care of yourself when I am away and don't forget that I love you so much." Again she broke into tears but held herself up after a while.
It was today that he left on a Jetplane exactly 2 years ago. It was Tuesday. He was leaving for a job opportunity abroad because it was the only choice left for him. After the firm he was working became bankrupt due to the political instability, he was jobless. Not only him, thousands of other youths became jobless during that time. He started looking for some other jobs but all in vain. More than six months of rigorous job hunting and he didn't get any despite his good education and experience. Then he started applying for jobs in other countries as well. One fine day he got an unexpected call and after some questioning they gave him the job offer. He was both happy and sad at the same time. He told her about the offer. Life was getting harder for them, their finances were really bad. They were deep down in debt. She was also jobless and hunting for a job. So she knew and understood this was the only option left for them. He told her that it was a special project assignment having the duration of 25 months. They were married for about 11 months then. He was just 24 and she was 22 when they got married. She hated her country that day... the unstable politics .... filthy game of power and chair ... it was worse than war for her. Her love was going far away from her because of this. She was sad but kept a smiling face so that he does not get demotivated. She never cried in front of him while he was busy with all the paper works for visa. The only time she cried in front of him was when he sang the song that day.
She was very pretty with those bright beautiful eyes, long black hair and that smile. He always told her that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on. He used to tell her that he was crazy about the crinkles on her nose when she smiled. She had always smiled that way but never noticed them until he told her. Every time they would be together she used to talk and talk and he used to listen to her like a child listening to his favourite story. Stupid ! she used to think! Probably, only his memories were responsible for holding her together all these time.
She looked at her watch. It was precisely 4:40 pm, still 10 minutes left. She was carrying a polythene bag. A white chart paper was rolled, kept carefully inside the bag but visible from the outside. A jetplane roared in a distance. It was after two long years she was going to see him in person. This spiked some feelings of sudden anxiety inside her. It was 4:50pm. She looked around. There were many people there eagerly waiting for their loved ones outside the "Arrivals". She could feel their anxiety, happiness, eagerness and the whole mix of emotions. Clearly, she was not alone facing this situation. She felt content but at the same time felt sad thinking about those people like her who had to be the victim of circumstance ... victim of bad politics .. bad system. Her watch showed 5:24pm. People started coming out one by one. Her eyes were searching for that one person. After some fifteen or so people came out, she saw him and blushed with an inner smile. She stared at him for a moment, he was wearing deep red coloured T-shirt, the colour that looked the best on him, slowly pushing the trolley forward and his eyes wandering as if searching for someone. She quickly took out the chart paper, unrolled it and flashed it above her head like protesters holding a placard. Everyone started staring at her but she kept staring at him. He finally saw her and read the placard. He increased his pace... reached her, left his trolley and hugged her tight. She instantly broke into tears once again but this time it was her happiness. He whispered "I missed you a lot". She started laughing and crying at the same time. She went blank for some moment when he kept hugging her saying nothing else. Some moments later, he realised that everyone was staring at them so he started pulling the trolley and wrapped his right hand around her shoulder, holding her close. Both started walking slowly ... silent. She looked around her and saw some sad faces. Probably they were facing the same situation she faced some years ago. She was still holding the placard on her hands, rolled back. He asked her to unroll it once again which she happily did... It read:
"It is 21st century, so my Prince Charming decided to come to me on a White Jetplane instead!"
Note: This is purely a work of fiction I wrote some time ago. Probably, it is inspired from the song "Leaving On A Jetpane" by John Denver.
