Something About Her, Chapter 5

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

—Rabindranath Tagore

Smitha woke up in a bathtub filled with water, spewing in her own fragrance. She had a splitting headache and had never felt such tiring force, keeping her still. She slowly opened her eyes, and tried to remember where she really was. The surrounding did not look familiar to her, the porcelain WC and the hancrafted mirror. Inspite of the fact that she couldn’t remember this place, she felt a weird familiarity in the taste with which the drapes and linen were chosen.

She got up unsteadily, and spotted the towel she could wrap around herself. IT was difficult for her to walk, she was uncomfortable and yet she didn’t feel surprised. Slowly, she remembered everything. The travel back to her own time, the loud thud, her entire trip. She walked out the door and found a bathrobe in a corner of the bed. She wrapped it gingerly around herself and walked outside the bedroom.

It was strange how she had never seen this place before, yet, knew exactly where the kitchen was. She walked towards the kitchen to find herself a glass of water but found something else, rather someone else. As she stood in the kitchen doorway,her joy knew no bounds. How was it possible? Had she done something in the past to change her life so much! Was it possible? Her questions quickly melted away when Vinod turned around and scooped her up in his arms.

‘You took forever…’,did he know! ‘I thought, you were never coming out of the bathtub.’He planted a long wet kiss on her mouth. Suddenly it made sense to her, he knew what was coming in future so he never started his life with supriya. She didn’t remember much,but she didn’t need to. Maybe it was not so bad altering the past. He kissed her all over while she was lost in all the thought.

He whispered in her ear,’I know you know, and now, I know too. I  ordered pink paint for the nursery. See, I was right all along.’

She smiled, which slowly widened, as it dawned up on her.

The End

 

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