The Special Moment

“Eleven,” Sanya counted the number of diamonds on her engagement ring. She loved her ring. It always reminded her of the way Abeer had slipped (half-slipped, because of jumpiness!) the ring in her ring-finger, the finger that people say connects directly to the heart! Whether she was engrossed into something or was sitting idle, she kept looking at her ring and kept fiddling with it from time to time because it always jogged her memory back to the moment when she and Abeer were united in a bond, a bond of love and commitment…a bond of a true relationship…a bond for the lifetime, and thereafter!

Sanya had waited for months for this moment. In her mind’s eye, she had created the moment a million times. In the night, after talking to Abeer when she disconnected the phone, she didn’t sleep! Instead, she rehearsed for the moment…she played the fabricated scene of her imagination and then re-played it…a million times!

She imagined how she would react when Abeer would come down from Nanital to Delhi for their engagement. Hundreds and thousands of butterflies would fly in her stomach! In the night, she would imagine that on the day of her engagement, she would be getting all dolled-up for him..for the ceremony..for “their engagement.” Then, she would just stare in the dark and imagine how she would look in her engagement dress, and that how Abeer would look like! It gave her shivers. Staring to nothing in the dark nights, when her imagination had reached to the zenith, she would just close her eyes tight. Despite rehearsing her engagement day in her mind for thousand times, Sanya was petrified. There was something…don’t know what…that gave her shrills. Inspite of knowing that Abeer was the perfect man for her, there was a sense of fear in her mind. She would, therefore, just shut her eyes firm and pray to Lord, “I wish all goes well. I wish nothing goes wrong…not this time.”

Sanya had been through a lot in her lifetime and so she didn’t believe in her fate anymore. She was always terrified and anxious. She just wanted her engagement day to by-pass all the hurdles and reach the destination..the destination that she had thought of…the destination that would ironically begin a new sojourn of her life, the new life!

On that day, she remembered how keyed-up she was. She waited for months for this moment and it was there. At the venue, sitting at a distance from Abeer, Sanya kept looking at him from the corner of her eyes. She didn’t miss any opportunity to look at him. She was in love with him; about this she was very sure at heart…there was definitely no second thought to it! His happiness too, was contagious at that time and it was attracting her…even more! Finally, when the moment of “ring-exchange” came; again a million butterflies flew in her stomach..they were so many in number that they smashed together in her stomach and passed on the stimulation to her heart. She was so thrilled that when Abeer actually held her hand for slipping the ring, she didn’t even realize that it had happened. The feeling was lingering and enduring, so much that it still exists! But, when it was her chance, she remembered, how embarrassing it had become. She had held Abeer’s hand and slipped the ring so hastily that everyone chuckled at her amusement!

Looking back on it…on the moment that she had imagined and rehearsed thousand times in her head, she only thought now, that it was the most special thing…the most special moment that had ever happened to her in the entire life. She knew now, that the only moment that would beat that special moment would be when she and Abeer stand as a man and a wife, exchanging the vows of wedding…for the lifetime!

Published by akanksha89

Writing for me is another word for 'breathing.' It is my addiction and I wish and hope that this addiction takes me far in realizing my dream of being a very successful writer. I believe in laughter with my friends, dipping into my thoughts and extracting some really powerful and inspiring stories. I believe in living free, spending each day with a lot more courage and strength. I love lone reading and my dream is to have a beautiful huge library in a home, with a coffee vending machine in the corner and a bean bag where I can just sit and read whatever I want- no one to disturb and no one to intrude my privacy, my "me-time." Keep Reading!! Disclaimer: All the stories on this blog are purely a work of fiction and writer's own imagination and are not copied from anywhere else. DO NOT COPY any of these stories. Also, all the characters of the stories are purely a work of fiction and imagination and have no resemblance to any person living or dead. The stories on this page are meant for recreational purpose and for readers' interest. Any action taken by any of the reader (after reading any of the story) is utterly their own responsibility.

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