My Fair Lady ...

It was the time where I thronged for love, when everyone of my age was having a companion; I was the one who does not have one. I don’t want to be so desperate to catch one for the heck of it, so I waited for my day to come and as you all know, our sincere prayers will always be answered and I too found an angel who was so down to earth, and she just stole my little heart on the first sight. On seeing her, I felt some kind of closeness between us and it sounded as if we both know each other for a long time, no wonder she is "My Fair Lady" ...

It started with occasional chats and later it became a frequent gossip's. It was almost like confessing each and every incident that happened for the day as if I that would cleanse my soul. She as ever would be a silent listener and would stop me for any clarifications that she wanted to know. I used to admire her sharp eyes and the power of concentration she has while I talk to her. I learned the art of talking to the opponent by looking straight into their eyes; take it from me, that's the most difficult thing to do. You need some amount of braveness to see straight into their eyes talk. It leaves you with no option other than confessing the truth. Her eyes had that power.

It was one rainy evening and she surprisingly called me up and asked me if we can go out for a walk. The weather was simply awesome with droplets of water floating in the air and hitting on your face with some amount of chillness. We both started to walk on a curvy road which has gulmohar trees standing erect on both side of the road. She only told me that they are "Gulmohar" trees and I told her that the term "Gulmohar" always remains me my school days as I used to have my English book which carries the print "Gulmohar Publications", she nodded her head as if she second my thought. She knows everything about me and I never dare to know anything about her. I thought this is the day for me to get to know many things about her.

We stopped by a mobile "ground nut" vendor who was selling boiled "ground nuts", before me taking my wallet out, she bought 2 cones worth Rs 5/ each. She told me that she like this very much and I was quick to raise my hand to say "Me too". This is what chemistry is all about, said my little brain. I cleared my throat and then started, "So where did you do your schooling", she said that she had never been to school. I asked her "Why?" she said "Her dad has no money to send her to school". I thought to myself, how sad this female is, for the level of concentration she has, if she would have done her schooling, she would now be a big shot in some of the big corporate in India.

I asked her how she is managing things all alone without having a proper education. She told me that "Life gives you better experience, than your school books", how true it is, no university is bigger than this "world". She started to tell me how painful was her childhood and how many days she would have starved to get one square meal for a day. Her dad used to be a drunkard and never had a proper income, her mom became the bread winner of the family and she too could not fight against the deadly beast called "hunger" and succumbed to its fiery tongue. I could see her eye lids getting wet when she narrated that story. I told to myself that I am going to take care of her and would give her a royal life which she missed during her childhood.

I wonder how she could have spent her teenage without dad and mom, as if she read my mind, she continued saying, It was hell on earth for a girl to live in this society without any proper protection, she told me the incident where she was embarrassed to the core in a pharmacy when she went all alone to by herself a pack of napkins. I felt that women are still vulnerable in this society and this is something which cannot be changed. I know from now on she does not need to worry about anything, as I will always be there with her to support all her needs. I too felt that it’s my duty to support her. We both felt that we are getting closer to each other, and I could see her eyes thronging for love and affection.

It started to become dark and also dark clouds seem to threaten us, so we decided to go home. While walking back, I decided to tell my feelings to her and was ready to digest any response she would give for that, I don’t know if it’s too early to break the nut, but I could not keep that any more with me, as I am so used to confessing everything to her. I carefully coined my words and repeated that to myself three times but somehow I could not speak by looking into her eyes. She could have read my mind it seems, so she asked me "Hmm, who is that girl", once again I could not believe how can some one read my mind so well, but at the same time I told myself that, if my MOM cannot read me better, who else can, certainly she is "My Fair Lady"