Ah there she is, finally! Was it a bad idea to have worn Hridhay's shirt? Too late, and why is she holding the trolley as though the trolley is pulling her forward? Are you okay Tara? I walk to the front and she finally lets the trolley go and gives me a hug. Whew. I feel warm inside, and yes lighter. "Welcome Tara" she gives me a bright smile that reassures you that everything is normal now. We talk of what we I've planned for her the next two weeks and what she wants to do while she is here. We finally fix an agenda by the time we get home.
We get down from the cab and I open the gate for her. "I want to see the garden KP" "hey, don't you want to see your room first?" She smiles. We leave the luggage in her room and I take her to my garden, flowers in bloom, just waiting for her. She walks through the flowers, not touching them, but silently conversing with them, I could see it in her eyes. "Hey what are you telling them Tara?" "Its a secret, maybe they will tell you after I've gone" i laugh and she laughs with me, we hold hands and walk through the garden.
"You've done a wonderful job KP. I'm not flattering you, but every leaf speaks of your efforts" "it was not easy, but I found an escape hole in it. Being in a new place, living all by myself, I needed something to come home to, to wake up to. There have been days where I sat all night at the garden, not knowing what to do, just looking at the sky. The garden healed me and brought me here" she stroked me cheek fondly. "Im so glad you did this". "Yes Tara, I'm glad too. I no longer wanted to live in a house, I wanted a home, and I finally understood what it takes to build a home"
We walk inside the house and I feel calm, there is no restlessness in me. We talk over dinner, the conversations never ending, I dont know when we slept, of if it was the next day or the day after. All I knew was, every morning, I was waking up in her arms and I couldnt ask more out of life. The days were straight out of a fairy tale, blue skies, her hair blowing on my face, holding her arms, walking endless distances, watching the sun rise and set, talking of so many things that life could hold. Two weeks passed and reality hit me. I walk into her room and shes packing her suitcase, every gift that went in is a memory to me, a conversation.
"So Tara, did you have fun?" She looks at me and rolls her eyes. I help her put a few things into the suitcases, and finally we are done. You dont realise fully that someone is leaving until the luggage reaches the living room. As I pulled her cases across the living room, my heart felt heavy. I leave the suitcase down and walk to her. "Hey Tara..." and take her hands in mine, looking straight into her eyes. She looks deep into my eyes, what do I see? Fear? Or is that anxiety. "I dont know what I have been to you all these days, but you have always been special to me. Every word we spoke, every place we travelled to and every mile we walked holds a special place in my heart. You inspire me, the things you do, the way you hold yourself at all times, the way you bring your family together. Family, hmmm. I wish I could be part of that, I dont know if I am fortunate enough Tara, but I guess if I never ask you, I'll never get to know. Tara, will you marry me?"
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