In the busy and crowded heart of the city, amongst the noise of a busy office, love silently blossomed. Daily the office was having life with the hum of activity, the rattling of keyboards, and the buzzing and humming and whispering of conversations. But for Diya, one distinct and exceptional moment of the day stood out - the moment when he walked in.
He was always shipshape in a blue shirt and black pants, an amalgamation that, though plain and undecorated, seemed to emit a quiet gracefulness. His name was Arjun.
Skyscraping, with a handsome face and a manner and attitude that emanated humility, he was the type of person who swayed respect without ever demanding it.
Divya first noticed him one bright Monday morning. She was drinking her coffee, trying to come up with the energy for the week ahead, when Arjun walked through the door. There was something about his presence that was impossible to ignore. Their eyes met, just for a second, but in that transient and short moment, something moved.
She felt a push or thrust, like electric power or any energy, and she could swear she saw a similar spark in his eyes.
Days turned into weeks, seven days, forty-hour week and their silent interchange or swapping became a coodle part of her routine. Divya found herself looking forward to those short moments when Arjun would take a quick look at her and share a bashful and shy smile.
They didn’t talk or converse frequently, but when they did, the discussion or those tete-a-tete were light and easy, filled with chucking, giggling and an unexpressed and unsaid understanding. It was as if they had known each other eternally. Divya often speculates or thinks about who had fallen first. Was it her, with her heart whizzing and galloping every time he was near? Or was it Arjun, whose eyes seemed to wait around a little longer than necessary? It was a question that remained at the edge of her thoughts but never found an answer. Maybe it didn't matter. What mattered was the link or relationship or interrelation they felt, the bond that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Despite their mutual feelings, neither of them had the courage to express their emotions. There were times when Divya felt an immense desire or craving to tell him how she felt, but something always held her back. Perhaps it was the fear of non-acceptance or refusal , or the possibility of ruining the beautiful unspoken bond they shared.
Arjun was no different. He adored Divya's beaming and cheerful smile and the way she could light up a room with her presence. He loved her tender, soft, light, pleasant nature, her kindness, and the way she laughed at his jokes, even the silly ones. But he too was unsure of uncertain, if his feelings were retaliating, scared to take that jump of faith. There were moments when the potency and powerfulness of their unspoken love was almost unendurable or intense. Like the moment or second, they scavenged themselves alone in the break room, the breeze became thick with unspoken and wordless emotions. Arjun had looked at her then, really looked, as if trying to recall rather recollect every detail of her face. Diviya's heart had knocked or smacked in her chest, and she could almost hear the unexpressed or unuttered words hanging in the breeze between them. One late afternoon, as the place of work emptied out and the city lights flickered and flashed outside, Divya found herself alone at her desk, lost in thought. She was so captivated and consumed that she didn’t notice Arjun approaching.
He stood there for a moment, watching her, gathering his courage.“Divya,” he said gently, his voice breaking the silence. She looked up, amazed and astounded to see him still there. “Arjun, hi. I didn’t see you.” I’ve been wanting to tell you something,” he said, his steady desire but his eyes deceiving his nerves. Her heart bounce a beat. Could this be it? “Yes?” she elevated, her voice hardly above a whisper.“I don’t know when it started, or who felt it first,” he began, to impersonate her own thoughts, “but I feel something for you. Something real.”Tears of relief and happiness fill out of Divya's eyes. “I feel it too, Arjun,” she confessed, her voice shaking and there was a quiver of tenderness and warmth with emotion.
In that moment, the unstated or unexpressed words, the silent flashes, and the shared smiles all come to a crescendo into something beautiful. They stood there, two personalities or two spirits finally admitting the love that had always been there, secretive and taciturn waiting for the right occasion to bloom. Their story was one of the silent dawn of a new day, but from that day forward, it would be written in terms, phrases, actions, and a love that was as bona fide as it was intense and deep.