He was a warm fizz, she was an ice-maiden. He was a jubilant vagabond, she was a coy mistress. He was floating, she was settled. She was a teen with umpteen maturity, while, he was a man having a chirpy heart of a little kid. He was a sailor, navigator leading a very modern life, while she was a home-loving simple girl-next-door who never wanted to leave her small town. It used to take quite hard for her to smile but his sole wish was to get her mad, bursting into laughter. He wanted to show her the whole world but she said “No”.
That day she was on her way to college in her car, he followed her on his bike. She complained this to hers as well as his mother and he was scolded by both the moms. She was relieved and relaxed of getting rid of him completely. But, the very next morning he was again waiting for her at her college gate with a rose in his hands. She tried to ignore him, but suddenly, she found her friends standing all around him and pleading her to accept the rose. A blushing and embarrassed she, anyhow held the rose in her hand and asked him to leave the college immediately.
But, her friends wanted him to propose her in front of the whole crowd. She shouted on them as she didn’t want to spoil her reputation of a serious, studious girl and also didn’t want to degrade her image of the ‘secretary of the student council’. But, he took the challenge to propose her in front of the whole lot of teens. Her best friend told him—
“Listen Mr. Romeo, my friend is ‘the nightingale’ of our college so if you wish a ‘yes’ from her, you have to compose a song and then propose her dancing on her tunes.“
He accepted the challenge, but told her friend—
“If she tucks this rose in her plait, I will surely compose my own song and dance for her.”
And then, the unusual happened! The ‘ice-maiden’ melted a bit and tucked that rose in her braided long hair and he started singing—
“Hathon mein kitab, baalon mein gulab”… (His spontaneous, self composed song for her)
The ice melted completely and she burst into laughter. A giggling she, told—
“Stop it you braying singer! I can’t hear this untuned, thunderous clatter anymore.”
“Will you help me tune my vocal cords throughout my life?”— He asked.
And she, without uttering a single word, shook her head vertically.
30 years back I had said ‘yes’ to him and ‘yes’ to that arrange marriage proposal which was awaiting my approval for 2 years, because of my being too young and not willing to marry. Mr. Romeo was no other than Mr. R, now, the father of my two daughters, my 29 and a half years old husband and the ever new fun factor of my life.
He is the one who has made me burst into laughter, shed my inhibitions, break the barriers of shyness and reinforced false maturity. That old rose is still kept in my diary of 1986 (the year when we got married). Passed 30 years, I’m still matured than him (despite being 8 years younger to him) and he still possesses a childlike heart which is full of the adequate dose of #LoveAndLaughter
We are still poles apart, two people from different planets, with opposite likes and dislikes. We don’t look at each other’s face but we look at the same direction simultaneously, as our goals are the same,— our daughters. Though we still argue and fight a lot, but can’t disagree to each other when it comes to our kids. Our being good parents makes us a good couple, and our daughters are the #LoveAndLaughter personified in our lives.
He gifts me roses whenever I’m sad and sings the same self composed song whenever I am angry with him. My birthdays, anniversaries and all important days of life are being celebrated with roses and the very same crackling song “Hathon mein kitab… Baalon mein gulab”….
Whenever I hear his braying voice, I become embarrassed but still can’t stop bursting into laughter. The song is being sung, recorded and played very often in my household because my daughters record it discreetly to add the dose of #LoveAndLaughter when anyone is sad around. I still possess that 30 years old rotten, dry rose but my #LoveAndLaughter story is not that old because it gets the dose of effervescence every now and then.