Paroxysm

The sun was sinking into the sea, progressively getting closer to the horizon. The water was adulterated, though the vague reflections of the lights originating at various buildings on Marine Drive were collectively making it resplendent. The horizon was wide and spread out, pretty clear too. Between the attractive skyscrapers and the ravishing sea lay an embankment where I was relaxing in one of my most ecstatic moods.

That day, I wasn't alone. Washed in the whitest of the whites, she looked stunning, irresistible. I was enthralled to see the splendor. There was something special about her beauty. It was not spontaneous. It was not momentary. It had gradually grown big on me. Every moment that we had spent together had brought us closer. Those emotions had unknowingly gathered in my mind. I wasn't sure of what I was feeling, I was simply letting time do its job. And that day, a paroxysm of her took place. She exploded in my mind. The beauty of the moment was such that I anyway knew what was to come. Taken away by the moment, I looked into her eyes, and within a moment, my feelings were reciprocated. Neither of us spoke anything, we just felt. It was the most beautiful tacit conversation I have had with anyone.

The day is gone now, frozen as a memory. Today, we are together. Much closer to each other than what we were then. With her, it's a different world. With her, it's just the two of us. She has the power to take me out of myself. She can do magic with my emotions. It's been a spectacular journey right through. I hope, I continue to fathom the truest of the smiles with her along. It has, indeed, been quite a walk, 'The Walk of Life'.