A tale of love

Once there lived a feeble looking woman in her fifties
That's only what her physical appearance said
Inside she was as strong as no one ever could be
And there was a boy of seventeen
Both madly in love with each other
They had carved out a unique world of their own
A world where words were rendered useless by the language of love
That kept them indescribably bound to each other
A world where trivial issues like money found no expression
One deserving of envy from all the others that could not be alike
A world sustained by pure content and satisfaction
This was a world created, perceived and lived in by those two extraordinarily simple people


The boy was the pampered one in the relationship
His needs being continuously attended to
But nowhere out of any kind of coercion on the face of earth
No sooner than his mouth uttered a wish, it saw the face of reality
The pleasure of which was savoured by her, every time a little more


Under the embalming shade of a peepal tree, they would sit on a rugged stone
Talking, playing, laughing, eating, singing......
Sometimes until the sun was hidden behind the shroud of the dark clouds
To reappear as a white disc
Its beauty being pronounced to the world by its twinkling companions


Laying in bed their minds would drift to the pleasurable memories of the day
And of many more that they had spent together
More than often there was something peculiar that kept them awake
His longing to be caressed to sleep by her rough, yet soothing hands and her's to do the same


The boy, driven by an insatiable desire to reciprocate her love
Filled her life with happiness, that which can only be found hidden in the small pleasures of life
Chameli flowers, tiny earthen pots, the temple prasad
Bringing a perfect curve on her puckered face


This way everything went on like a 'dream'
As long as they could see, meet and take care of each other
Experiencing the tinge of love and affection that filled the air around them


Yes, even this relationship had a name, an identity to bestow existence 
Better than any tale of love that the human mind may allude to
This is the story of a woman, deserted by her son
Finds every reason to live and love, in her grandson.