I Believe...

Dear Tari,

Remember, how we believed? Maybe I could do it again. Printed in perfection, a barbie doll, glasses of pink tan, I worn with a valor of a crown. It made me feel special, not because I had it, but because I could do something; that no one else could.

“Magic?!”; mother had said, “like barbie had”- pointing to them and laughed. You had a purple look-alike. Somewhere confused, you looked at me through them, and then at her without. Again, and again, switching places. Like the mystery was hidden in the tints of these glasses.

I told her, as I had taught you- these could change the world, my pink sunglasses.  

Trees too tall, yet as I lay on the meddling grass, I could them in a 3-year old’s tiny fingers, the sun was like a torch on the other side of my fist, sometimes a playball between the sky and the ocean, birds could sing and say different, flowers, food and even nasty clowns. Some tried to reason that it’s just the color, like a blinding blanket, making everything look just too nice. Poor chap, could color ever make you feel, hear or smell different? Aren’t big people supposed to be smart? Oh! We had such a laugh… and soon with them fading, dust settling and outgrowing the playhouses into offices and classes; we lost it too.

“I can change the blues you see in the sky, make the grey payments lend smiles to those who come by; just like the time it shines all happy with the first rays of dawn”, these lines flashed as I sat there, soft smile. Breeze and calming waves. It had been raining since noon, gloomy worlds and days, and somehow me too. What followed, I can never forget. Magic.

Sitting next to him, there was a kind of intoxicating scent melting around, I leaned on not realizing, the comfort was too familiar (the real put your head on my shoulder kinda moment). The tiles became smoother, birds chirped prettier, from the dreamy reflections of life to the brushes of smile and silence. The sky did turn, it spread into shades of pink, the sun and moon both dancing like play twins. Diamonds dancing over the waves, rhythmic dashing on the rocks like the matched breathing our hearts.

 Magic! I said to myself, louder than ever before. My attention, glided like that eagle, parching above the sky crashlanding at his eyes, a gaze of hazel, deep and wild.  

No glairs of pink, no promises of perfection, no props nor play. Simply silence, a raw awakning and nature celebrating. I looked into them. And I saw me, like I had for the first time, all over again. I believe, I whispered then.

 

Maybe love does have a tainted vail. It tricks the lover in a pink frame, but it sure never does hide. Rather it makes you see, really see and maybe for the very first time in life. Love makes me believe in Magic again. Like a lost power, it sets a reminder. Miracles happen to those who believe, don’t they?

 

Just another letter in my collect box. Don’t miss me too much. I will find you tonight, 5 figures east of Taurus. I remember. I believe.

Yours always,

Shruta. 

  

-Shruti (Blog, Instagram, Youtube, Inspired by the song)