Old Love

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I saw my old girlfriend, Kalpana, today. When I first set my eyes on her, a year back, I fell madly in love with her. A tanned beauty, with a body that Michael Angelo would fail to replicate in his sculpture and golden locks of hair, Kalpana was a sight to behold then. And, lest I forget, she had a voice that could melt my heart.

We had an affair for a period of eight months, both understanding full well that commitment on my side was not possible; I was too absorbed with my work, too ambitious, past the age where I could devote a significant portion of my time for her. My parents knew of all this of course, yet they didn’t object; it was implied that it was temporary. They knew what I knew: were I to settle down with her, my future would probably be ruined.

A risk taker I wasn’t then.

Yet we continued, throwing our selves at one another whenever the opportunity arose. I played her passionately. My fingers would run up and down her body in quick yet clumsy steps, eager to go to any lengths to please her. Occasionally, she would voice her displeasure if I went too far, if I was too rough or too clumsy. I learnt from my mistakes though, like all lovers do, and, during our all too brief time together, I became quite adept at satisfying her. Don’t get me wrong: A Valentino I wasn’t, but a lover skilful of, literally, pressing all the right buttons.

In August of this year, all communication ceased between Kalpana and I. It was a terrible break-up, full of clichéd farewells and false I-Am-Always-Here-If-You-Need-Mes. Still, it was necessary. My work, which had begun to suffer since March, needed looking into and, more importantly, my education was stagnant. I walked away like the bastard that I was.

Today, almost four months later, I bumped into her again. Her hair was unkempt, having lost its shine; her body – always sexy, voluptuous and womanly – reflected the inner turmoil that she had been experiencing; her voice – and this saddens me the most – had lost its smooth-as-chocolate, bluesy quality. I sat back and cried for a while. What had I done? I had single-handedly managed to ruin this beautiful woman’s life. This woman, whose voice a lone could bring smiles to millions, was standing before me, a shadow of her former self. And why? Because I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and commit myself to her afterwards.

At that moment, I decided that I would right all the wrongs I had done to her. She would no more be an outcast in my life. No more will she be lonely. No more will she be considered my play thing. No more. I now realize that she and I are meant for one another the same way Lucille and B B King are meant for one another.

Today, I embrace you, my love. You will always be at my side from now on. I shall hold you, love you, and take care of you the way you deserve to be. Today will be the beginning of the rest of our lives. Our future beckons us, my sweet sweet Kalpana.

If you, dear reader, wish to see a picture of this fair lady that I speak of so highly, look below and forever engrain this image to your minds. Beauty like this doesn’t always present itself for public viewing but I, as her life partner, wish to show her off to the world.

Look and be envious, mortals, for you will never have her.

Behold….Kalpana

Isn’t she lovely?

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