Friday, June 15, 2007

'You say it best when you say nothing at all'

It rained yesterday night...giving us respite from the extreme heat of mid june. We were invited on a dinner party at a friends place. Dinner went on till late time. By the time we came out of the party it started raining hard. Kids were asleep and we both went into a silent mode that usually follows when you have talked and laughed a lot. My husband switched the car stereo on...and the song was playing..

'You say it best when you say nothing at all'

The song started ringing into my ears and took me several years back.

My father belonged to Punjab...a beautiful state with wide fields, glowing faces and lovely native language. My grandfather had a huge house. It had sixteen bedrooms spread in rectangular shape...with the open space in between...the aangan was covered from four side. Ours was a huge family...6 brother each having two kids...that made 7 couple (including grandpa and grandmom) and 12 kids. We all use to visit grandpa during our vacations with the whole house buzzing with activity all day long.

Our winter vacations were on and we had gone to Punjab. Early in the morning I was in a habit of praying and offering water to sun (do surya namaskar). That morning I went upto the roof and did the same. When I opened my eyes...a very tall sikh boy was standing on the roof of house across the road. He smiled at me the moment I opened my eyes. My eyes widened and I stared back.

That evening grandpa told us that we were invited on dinner by the family living across the road..I was bewildered. Told my folks that I don't want to go. But my grandmom told me that they were family friends and their son has come back from Canada...so they have invited us. Well with mouth dropped till my chin and creased brows I went there. Aunty met me very well and she was surprised I had grown up so much..Arghhh how boring I thought. Then the same guy came downstairs.

Everybody looked at me and asked...Pehchanaa (meaning did you recognize him?). I looked at him again and then it struck me..oh my godd he is Shaan...my childhood buddy who used to play with me for the whole day. Amusedly his mom said 'You know Shaan used to insist that he will one day marry you' Everybody gave a hearty laugh. The moment I looked at him speechless he gave me a small smile that meant something more than a mere smile...and I blushed..so badly that my eyes and ears started burning and I felt I would not be able to breathe.

For the next few days, Shaan became a regular visitor in our house. He rode a bullet motorbike (most favourited in Punjab). I was very reserved with him...obviously I knew why he used to come to our house and remember in earlier post I had written that I had decided that i will never ever fall in love. I kept reminding myself this resolution; but at the same time the whole day long my ears used to long to hear his voice..that strong hearty laugh and that naughty chuckle the moment I used to come in front of him. Suddenly I had started paying more
attention to my appearance and clothes. Well I was always a very simple looking girl and all those make up things were not my cup of tea.

But still he used to compliment my looks..one day he told me I had deep eyes that told everything about me...the whole evening I stood in front of mirror trying to figure out how deep my eyes were. Things got complicated...the accidental brush of his hand...or slight rub of shoulders made us increasingly aware of each other. But we never said anything to each other.

Vacations were about to end and with each passing day a gloom started appearing on our faces. He also became quiet and tensed. Every evening saddened us the more. A deep pit seem to tightened my heart. I called up Rachna and told her about the same...and she laughingly told me that I was in love. IN LOVE??? Hey no....I didn't know that...how did it happen...but yes...the
slowly the feeling had started sinking in...Yes I liked..noo loved him.

Last day of vacation and we were given the farewell dinner by his folks. I was standing on the roof when he came behind me. Slowly he turned his face towards me and looked straight into my eyes. We were silent...for two three minutes. We both knew what was there between us but somehow both could not say a single word. Someone called us and we parted...not knowing that it was forever.

We came back. One day a phone call came. His mom had called. She wanted me as her daughter in law. But my father was against intercaste marraiges. He came upto me and told me that he has declined the offer. He asked me if what he did was right. I looked up at him and said
nothing at all...but I thought he would understand my silence. My dad didn't...well how could he..

Now when I look at my husband and kids...I feel I didnot lose anything. My hubby is a loving husband and a doting dad. I have two wonderful, cute kids. But why does sometime a winter morning sun sadden me...why did I never visit my gandpa's place after that...why does I feel that if you love somebody you need to show it...

Sometime.... its not good if you say nothing at all. Sometimes silence cost you your love and happiness.