We are six months old today. Six incomparably beautiful
months of my life. Six months of uninterrupted togetherness. Countless hours
spent in each other’s arms. Conversations that often led to passionate
lovemaking; Lovemaking, that had no track of time, as many of our days were all
about being in bed. Amsterdam, Brussels, Paris, Istanbul, Athens, Rome… seems
like a dream, no?
I remember the night we got
together. You were wearing that blue shirt, your eyes glowing like I had seen
never before, your face, calm. Fourteen hours of conversation, thousands of
miles between us, completely unaware of what is to come in next few months. That
was New York – Wageningen my dear, soon to be Karachi – Wageningen. While I was flying back to Karachi, I had
absolutely no idea how long are we going to last; how many times are we going to
see each other, with so many of societal, familial limitations around us. And
then, a strange sense of nervousness… ‘How it would be to meet her in person?’
Ahhh…
Kahva was simply beautiful, wasn’t
it? We connected instantly, and then over and over again, seeing each other
eight times in three weeks of my stay in Karachi. Is that a lot? Well, to set
some scale, I met my best friend twice (for fifteen minutes) and all my other
friends and relatives just once during
this period. We ended up watching YJHD thrice in cinema, that too in Ramadan. Hahaha.
I have never in my life seen a movie thrice in such short intervals, let alone
in cinema. But well, was I ever watching the movie? I don’t think I even remember
the story or all the characters.
……….
I am about to reach my stop, soon
to be with you. But I will write more. This, I figure is going to be a series
of posts… a celebration of us.
I want to end now saying that
this journey, with you my love has been one incredible experience. So full of
emotions. You are my sunshine, your laughter makes my life brighter, your words
make me feel so, so special. I feel so connected, so much in love with you that
it is practically becoming extremely difficult for me to imagine myself without
you. How is it ever going to happen.
Love you.
Like I have loved no one else.
Noor.
