The Ring

   

     It is Him.
     Must be Him.
     Finally.
This piece of thing was put on my table on a V day evening. Let the year be.
Indeed if it is love, it needs no special day to celebrate. But yes if special things happen on a day people call a special one, the feeling is as sweet as having the hottest yet sweetest jalebi on a morning when you least expected it to happen!
Expectation! Heavy as it sounds on paper and in the head, am only too human to expect, resolute not to inside a warm knit blanket resting my head on a drenched pillow, and expect again on a sunshine morning!

Sometimes getting lost in that infinite loop is a habit the heart traps you into and the brain hijacks that state of mind, shutting out all doors of logic and reason.
To notice that thing on my table was surprising indeed. Caged in blue velvet, it lay mute and twinkled, I was speechless and overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed yes. But happy? Somewhere numbness has crept in..
If this was true, I was still waiting to believe it. Waiting has turned into a habit.
As I still gazed at it, mom walked in, “happy valentine’s day” she announced out happy and loud and hugged me. I hugged her back a little more tighter than the last time, with the promise not to moisten her shawl. This secret was only kept with my pillow behind closed doors and she adored that otherwise strong lady she proudly addressed as “my daughter”.

    No it did not come from Him.
    He was scared to commit.

The thing, the ring was now decked on me, on my ring finger it sat happily gleaming. Caged no more. The date evening with my mother my sole owner turned out the best ever. Seated under a sky full of stars and a candle lit in front us we enjoyed two glasses of the yummiest cold chocolate ever made on this face of earth!
We talked endless and laughed like kids out on a lunch break after a long and calculative maths class. It was the best date I have had so far.
On a lazy Sunday afternoon that I happen to look at the ring and have a good laugh at all of those who think and assume me to be engaged! I have always preferred not to answer and pass away with a smile. Only if I could make them understand. Some engagements are special. Some commitments are for a lifetime, quietly secured in a shell of love without the fear of the uncertain.

    No it did not come from Him.
    He was scared to commit.
    He still is