Glad the happy times knocked
at the door in soft steps just at the right time. I believe birthdays are
indeed special and they become all the more memorable in the company of the
love of your life and Priyam was soon to experience those magical moments . It was an enchanting October
morn and she took the day off from work and they were soon in the taxi for a
day trip to Agra, to visit the Taj Mahal. They have planned it long ago that
someday they'll together pay a visit to this monument of love and today they
decided to celebrate her birthday and their love together there before Meer
returned to Australia to resume his studies.
Priyam wore the pink dress
Meer had bought for her from his first salary and has placed it carefully in his
travel bag that very day and when he came to India, to be by his dad’s side, the
dress came along too. Needless to say she looked absolutely stunning donning
his choice. The day was sunny but the breeze was cool. It was mid afternoon by
the time they reached there and as they entered the beautifully laid Mughal
gardens and caught the first glimpse of the Taj, they stood there in awe for a
few minutes. Open-mouthed at its unparallel beauty and opulence, they knew it
immediately why it's counted in the wonders of the world. Made of soft white
marble with semi precious stones studded in them, it dazzled in sun. True no
poets have done sufficient justice to this stellar mausoleum, Shahjahan had built
for his wife Mumtaz Mahal.
Meer had arranged for a
cake and flowers at the central bench where people stopped to click memories of
their loved ones with the Mahal. It marked the exact centre of the periphery of
the lovely surroundings of the monument built on the banks of river Yamuna.
Meer found this to be a perfect spot to celebrate the birthday of the woman who
meant the world to him. They cut the cake there, as Meer gifted her, her favorite
red roses and a promise to be only hers till his last breadth. He also fetched
a tiny box from his pocket, and slid gently an exquisite ring in the ring
finger of her left hand. This was a pleasant surprise for Priyam who smiled
with happiness as Meer cuddled her warmly. The shot was perfectly captured in a
camera with Taj in the hindsight and they would get the framed copies delivered
to them in a couple of hours by the photographer Meer had hired. The fragrance
of the roses was as mesmerising as the fragrance of their eternal love and I
wished and prayed it remained the same forever.
Priyam was ecstatic to get
her prince charming back even if that was for a day and she basked in the glory
of his pristine love. She was proud of her choice and wondered what she would
have been without him. This was her best birthday so far and they strolled hand
in hand until the full moon and the stars joined in the celebrations along with
the majestic Taj. Their hearts danced to the tune of love as they were totally
immersed and lost in each other. This was always the case whenever they had
been together, they had forgotten about everything else…
They were woken up by the
thud of the brake application of the taxi at the airport. As if suddenly getting
up from a divine dream, teary eyes they bid bye to each other. As he stood at
the airport gate security check, she ran behind him and pressed an envelope her
hand written letters on his palm. She has written them all each day when they
could not talk, as he was taking care of his dad. Meer kissed her on her
forehead, reassuring her through his eyes, without a spoken word but as his
feelings flood that his love for her will never last.
You may as well like to catch up with the earlier volumes of this Enchanting Love Saga of Priyam and Meer here: Vol1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7 ,8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,15,16,17, 18
This is my second #AtoZChallenge. While last year I chose to write on 26 True Stories on Indian Women, this year I am weaving Priyam and Meer's Eternal Love Story. Do share your genuine feedback, this blog breathes on your comments.
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