The first sign of love is always the best. That phase when you feel a rush every time you see or think about him. That feeling of the world going still when you are talking to him. The coy smiles and the goose bumps. The thrill of uncertainty and the pleasures of certainty. The thumping heart and the breathlessness. The touch me not skin and the revealing eyes. Oh yes, that phase. That beautiful phase.
11-11-11 is a date that everyone believes to be special. But it remains the most special day in my life. That was the day when he and I spent our first night together. Don't get ideas now, hear me out first.
We were not in a relationship. Yet. We had started meeting regularly and thoroughly enjoyed it. Both of us could feel the hint of something brewing but chose not to dwell in that thought. Both of us had had our share of relationships and were cynical about everything that was related to the dreaded 'L' word. Both of us were aware of it and hence we did not even talk about it. On the evening of 10-11-11 we decided to meet up for a drink. Our regular place and our regular drink. We spoke about everything under the sun apart from what we felt about each other. It was not a conscious effort, still it did not happen. Four rounds of drinks later, the waiters announced that it was time to close the place. Four hours had passed by in what seemed like minutes. We knew we had to go separate ways but something held us back. We just wanted some more time with each other. For what, I did not know then. Nor did he.
After a few minutes of brain storming, we decided to take a drive to the airport and spend the night in a coffee shop there just talking. Sounds stupid doesn't it? Well, that is exactly what we did. You see in Bangalore, the airport is a good two hour drive from the city and the cab service is really good. A cab arrived in fifteen minutes and we set out. I did not know why I was doing this, but something about it felt right. He seemed to smile more and was over enthusiastic about the night ahead. We spoke continuously throughout the journey that we did not realize that seamlessly we had entered the next day. Together. I do not recall what we were talking about. Most likely about James Blunt, because I totally remember him humming "You're Beautiful". No, I'm not gloating, its just that I have one hell of a memory.
It was 11-11-11 by the time we reached the airport. We slowly walked to the lone empty table in the coffee shop and sat down. The winter chill was biting, but I was more than glad to be there. With him. Not the usual idea for a night out, I agree, but somehow this seemed magical. The crowd around added to the musical notes in my mind as we got lost in the crowd in our own world. Over cups of coffee we continued to talk. I watched him in awe as he spoke about his fears to me. There was no embarrassment or insecurity in his tone as he spoke. I could see the glint in his eyes as he spoke about his passions and ambitions. It made me want to be like him as I was stuck in a monotonous job with room left for nothing else in my life. Somehow he had managed to sneak into it though. And now he was filling it up with things I knew existed but had chosen to ignore. He was showing me the real me and I loved and hated him at the same time for it.
Its not very easy to have a straight face when someone deciphers you in front of you. I usually debate when some one else talks about my personality traits, but when he did I wanted to listen. I sat there mum, occasionally sipping onto my coffee, without uttering a word. I don't recall breathing either. I was that engrossed in listening to his take about me. We had known each other for just a month and he already seemed ready to write a book about the twenty five years of my life. Wow, does this happen to every girl? Not one I have heard of. We did not notice the sun come up, until we heard the honk of the first bus ready to leave the airport. I looked at my watch, 5.45 am. I looked around in amazement and I felt fresh as ever. Sleep deprived I was, but I did not feel it within my body at all. I had just spent close to twelve hours with a man, without being bored for a second. And he hadn't even made a move on me, let alone touch me. Wow, this definitely was a first time for me for a night out, of this kind.
As we sat in the bus to come back, I check my phone and see the date and smile. I tell him its 11-11-11, a special date. He tells me, it sure was special in spite of the date. I slept on his shoulder until we reached the city, with a bright smile on my face. I knew this was love.
(Our engagement rings)
A year later, he slipped a customized platinum ring on my finger promising to love me for eternity. The diamonds shone reflecting the glow on our faces. Our love shone more. A few months later we became man and wife.
We have had millions of moments together and every day has been a day to remember. But nothing can ever cross the bar, the day I fell in love with him, has set. 11-11-11, our platinum day of love.
Today, 11-11-13, we celebrate the anniversary of our platinum day of love, promising to stay in love and dwelling in the madness for ever.
Like I always say, "Falling in love is not important, staying in love is."