I have walked to the far flung areas. I have met people from many different cultures, living styles and treasured a lifetime of memories with me. Every time I sit to pen down my journey, I remember the travelogues, novels, articles where women and sex are spilled everywhere and I have never even made friend with person of opposite sex during all these times until this day when I talked to her. She is miraculous like my thoughts, like the waves of an ocean, like the soothing cold wind during the dusk. She sometimes appear like a mirage to me. She was always there; sometimes sitting in front of me, sometimes talking to me, chattering, making classes lively. This time, when I am writing, I question myself, I doubt myself, my feelings for her and I do wonder if my purpose after taking so much pains to be here ends with her.
Yes, It was this beautiful afternoon when the sky turned black and grey and the cold winds blew; I was relieved of all the hot and humid weather when the soft droplets of drizzle fell on my hand outside my classroom windows; I was savoring each seconds of that time with joy when someone whispered to me from the back," So, you love rains?" I turned my head to see her. Her eyes sparkled when she spoke, her lips turned into a huge curve of beautiful smiles and the dark dotted freckle in her upper lips made her look like a Madonna of romance. I answered in a very low voice," Yes, I do."
"Master ji, you are too shy". She began to talk playfully.( Everyone in my circle called me Master ji.)
" No. My lady, You have not seen me speak yet."
" O'O, My lady..! When did I become your lady?" She was full of smiles. The conversation started and neither of us knew when to end it. She loved rains, long long bike rides and adventures. She was living every second of her moments with grace, beauty and acceptance.
I once asked, " Should I write an article on you?"
"What kind of article?"
"Well, your are liberal, open and people try to take advantage of you.They talk behind your back...."
She interrupted in before I could complete my sentence, " Wait, Wait, I know you write well. You are independent to write anything you want. But regarding what you have just said I really do not give a damn."
Yes, She is my millennium girl. She dares to live by her choices. She dreams, she does and she believes at what she does. I have never before met such a girl whose locus of control is so internal. She walks in the herd of wild boys and yet take the control of the reins. She smiles like a princess and orders like mistress. I am telling you one more time, she is a phoenix who is re-borne everyday in her smiles, bathed in her happiness, soaked in her dreams and as beautiful as a dream.
As she moves away from me to her destination, I miss her presence.