In search of…….

Pssht!!! The rush of air was followed by the soft sound of the door opening. I was at the bus terminal, awaiting her arrival. I had replayed this scene a hundred times in my mind. Violins, angels, song..You name it. I eagerly looked at the footboard for her tiny little feet to appear! Crunch!!! A burly looking woman with a mean face looked at me. You must be (my Name).Not even a smile. . Certainly heard a lot about you. At least she made sure I did. Anyways I’m glad to have met you. She said the last line with such dismay that I felt bad for being in love with her daughter. Anyways the moment was complete when I did not even help her (my girl) lift the luggage, since I was busy talking to her mother. She worked day n night to keep us happy. Indeed I was happy. Not because she bought me things, not because we went together. Because every single time, she felt like crying ….she came running to me. I became her personal pillow to absorb all her tears. We shared lots together. Food, love, music, money, bed (;)). A few months later as I’m planning to move in with her, I look back at that day with a smile on my face. I can feel her warm breath on my chest …as she looks up at me with those starry wide eyes.She looks like an innocent child who is unsure of everything in this world except for one thing. Being with me . I feel so secure with her. I tell her, the first day was our best in Bangalore. I was never surer of our relation than when I saw your mother. Usually I would have made a smartass comment about such people. That day, for the first time I felt like calling her my Mom. Maybe we are stepping out of Social Norms by moving in together but then if I can keep her happy, then I have grown enough to conquer the world. Yes I agree that I’m scared. I keep having nightmares but none so scary to change my decision. Yes, people might talk. But then who does not like some controversy. And then there is sex. Any guy’s heaven. I feel sex is a wonder that god created to keep people on earth..otherwise they would go to Heaven looking for such absolute pleasures. Its not the pleasure that you experience. It is the journey to eternal bliss that I enjoy, hand in hand with her. Finally I would apologize to my parents for doing this, not because I’m doing the wrong thing. I apologize because I promised my mom before meeting her. I tried keeping this in line, but she makes me stutter, stammer, jabber, drool. I’d rather you see a normal me than a retarded me. . At least I’m happy Mama!!!