When words aren't necessary, when every other tangible thing is secondary, when someone discovers themselves in the eyes of another, their reflection dancing in the eyes of 'the one' for them, their picture epitomized in the gaze of the person standing right there; today was that moment between Manik and Nandini, the moment when in each other, they found themselves .
These two and the electricity between them just flowing, like the serene movement of a river, a stream, whispering the songs of silence into each other's eyes, ears, and senses, listening to the voice of the unsaid, feeling the connection which binds them together in a knot, which is more gripping than anything else. What do you call something like that? What do you say after something like that?
Chadariya, jeeni re jeeni Chadariya, jeeni re jeeni Aankhein, bheeni ye, bheeni ye, bheeni Yaadein, jheeni re, jheeni re, jheeni
When he wiped her tears, so poignantly, gently and possessively, time just listened to them, just stared at them, when his finger touched her and she reacted to the contact, time giggled, when he removed that rebellious strand of hair from her face, time danced the happy dance in ecstasy, and when they got lost into each other's eyes, it became a dream. And time stood still, blazed, sizzled, burned, smiled, and silence spoke, told tales that no words would have done justice to, sang the songs of bliss.
Manik couldn't breathe, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his powerful stare, they just stood there, gazing into the oceans of each other's eyes, filling their senses with each other, they were writing their own story there, then, their fairytale, our dream; and the moment halted. It came and went with a blink of the eye, but left its mark on the hearts of these two, and ours.
Was it a dream? Was it reality? Or was it that beautiful fairytale again?
Nothing interrupted the song of silence; nothing could have taken away from its beauty, nothing at all.
















