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The best gift of all
He asked me for something. A part of me. A sacred part. And I gave it to him willingly without question or pause. I wonder if people will call me stupid or crazy. I can only tell you why I did it. Why I gave myself up to him. And once you have read, I'll let you judge because in my heart I did what I wanted to, because it felt right.
Sometimes when you give up something precious, you're not really losing it. You are just passing it on to someone else. Because you trust. You have faith that that someone else will keep it safe for you. I don't know why this stranger made me feel secure, but he did. Nothing else mattered.
He called back and asked again. Aap theek ho? Haan. Aap bohot khubsurat ho. Pata hai aapko? I smiled shyly. Really? Yes, he said. Thank you. Mujhe kabhi kisi ne aisa nahi kaha. I have always been a plain Jane, nothing special but he called me beautiful and I couldn't believe it. Tumhe pata hai ek aurat ki sabse precious cheez kya hoti hai? Kya?, I asked. Uski izzat. Aur tumne apni mujhe dedi. I stopped breathing for that second. What was he saying? Where was he going with this? I kept quiet. Chinta mat karo. Main sambhal lunga. Koi video banake internet par nahi dalunga. I relaxed and said, Mujhe pata hai aap aisa nahi karoge. Mr. Bond had a style of saying the most unexpected things. He went on. Woh aadmi kitne bekaar hote hain jo apni girlfriend ki ya wife ki video banakar net par laga dete hain. Kisi ne tum par bharosa kiya aur pyar mein tumhare saath sab share kiya. Toh fir yeh kitna galat hai. I know, I said in reply, you're right. His sincere words made my heart go out to him in that instant.
Another thought sprang in my mind and I asked him. Aapne toh mujhe dekh liya. Mujhe bhi aapko dekhna hai. Photo toh dekhi hai par such mein dekhna hai aapko. Aap bhi webcam par aao. The photo on my profile is not my real picture, he said. What?! I was shocked and disappointed. I had looked at that photo time and again and imagined him. Now he was telling me that he isn't that person. I was annoyed but I restrained myself. Ok, toh ab mujhe photo bhej do, mujhe aapko dekhna hai. Kyun? he asked. Kyun matlab? I want to see you and imagine you with your face. Tum mujhe ab bhi mehsus kar sakti ho. It's not the same, I protested. Theek hai. Main tumhe apni bohot sari photos bhej deta hun. Par uske baad main kabhi phone nahi karunga. Tum photos hi rakh lo. Aisa kyun keh rahe ho?I asked suddenly scared. Kyunki jo ehsas tumhe abhi hai woh sab photo ki wajah se nahi hai. Tumne mujhe nahi dekha par mujhe mann se apne paas mehsus kiya hai. Sirf woh ehsas hi sucha hai. Warna kitne log ek dusre ki photo dekhte hain aur milte bhi rehte hain par unhe aisa pyar mehsus nahi hota. Bolo, chahiye photo? Nahi, I said, understanding his thought and agreeing with it.
Later, when I thought about what I had done, there were only two things in my mind- one, I'd do anything for him and two, I could never do anything like this and feel this way for anyone ever again.
It was once said that love is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting them not to. And there it was then. I knew why I had done this for me. To make him happy. To give him something precious without any expectations in return. In that moment I knew I loved him.
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