There’s nothing she enjoys more than a leisurely amble along the beach. Unlike every evening the weather was rather calm. I knew that it was just an indication of the calm before storm and the havoc I am gonna create in our lives.

The water’s imbued with a golden tinge at the horizon as the sun slowly dipped into the sea. We stopped there for a while looking at the beautiful skies.

Leela liked the waves coming onto her feet and then ebb as they washed away the sand and her feet sinking into. The soft wisps of her hair curled and danced in the breeze as she tried to contain them with one hand, the other holding mine in a firm clasp.

“I’ve fallen in love…” I said when she loosened the clasp, raised her head as I stood seven inches taller than her and looked into my eyes without uttering a word.

My heart sank like an anchor when she released the clasp. For a while, I was in oblivion. I am gonna tell her, I can’t carry this burden anymore, I told myself.

I dint know where to start from. I looked at the sea for answers. It appeared calm and serene a few hundred meters away but at the shore, wave after wave kept crashing against the sands.

“She was the high tide which had reached far into the sands of my heart. For a moment everything was so worthy,” I opened up to her like I’d never done before.

“Last year, during my brief sojourn in Ontario, I met this girl, Claire at my work place,” I started to narrate even as she was totally reluctant to hear the story. “She had an arresting look, a beguiling smile and a cherubic face that probably got me hooked to her.”

“It was just attraction,” she intervened. I nodded in agreement. Love starts in the eye and ends in the heart, so attraction may be the basis of love.

“How could you have fallen in love? Don’t you know about…”

I didn’t allow her to finish the sentence; I went close to her and tried to hold her hand. In a fit of apoplexy, she pushed my hand and folded her arms.

I looked at the sea again. Far across, I could see a lone boat sailing. It reminded me of the lone nights I spent at my apartment in Ontario. As Joe Walsh sang, 'and you discover when you look around, you don't have to be alone, just one lover is all you need to know when you're feeling all alone...’

It wasn't mere attraction. It was something beyond, though I would agree that attraction burgeoned into love.

“I dint know if it was love. I would’ve never known hadn't she proposed to me.”

“And you accepted? You haven’t thought about us” she chipped in. I nodded.

“At that point of time, I dint think about you or anyone else. All it mattered to me was the smile on her face. I dared not to steal it away. I knew, one day I’ll have to answer many questions,” I stood there with my head bent down looking at the ebb and flow of the waves.

“Do you really love her?” her voice began to quaver.

“I don’t know how to define love. My last day in Ontario was heart wrenching. I was going away from her. I didn’t know if I’ll be able to see her face again. She asked me if I truly loved her. There were tears in my eyes, tears trying to spurt but I controlled myself.”

Relationships sometime recede away just like the tide. A few memories sink to the depths of the heart. But the most painful are those which keep you waiting.

“At the airport, she hugged me, kissed me on my cheek and said, ‘I’ll wait’. It has been an year since. Every night I sleep with a burdened heart. Every morning I wish she were next to me. I live with the poignant memories of those happier days I’d spent with her....”

There was a long silence.

“Sometimes, love knows no boundaries, no limits. It will just happen,” I said looking at her. There were tears in her eyes. I was happy that I conveyed all that I needed to. But will she accept?

The winds finally favoured me. They swooshed open the iron curtain. It was a tough situation to defend my love, considering the orthodox background of my family. An year later, I married Claire, and my very close friends would know how hard my mother Leela tried to get us married.

There’s nothing she enjoys more than a leisurely amble along the beach. Unlike every evening the weather was rather calm. I knew that it was just an indication of the calm before storm and the havoc I am gonna create in our lives.

The water’s imbued with a golden tinge at the horizon as the sun slowly dipped into the sea. We stopped there for a while looking at the beautiful skies.

Leela liked the waves coming onto her feet and then ebb as they washed away the sand and her feet sinking into. The soft wisps of her hair curled and danced in the breeze as she tried to contain them with one hand, the other holding mine in a firm clasp.

“I’ve fallen in love…” I said when she loosened the clasp, raised her head as I stood seven inches taller than her and looked into my eyes without uttering a word.

My heart sank like an anchor when she released the clasp. For a while, I was in oblivion. I am gonna tell her, I can’t carry this burden anymore, I told myself.

I dint know where to start from. I looked at the sea for answers. It appeared calm and serene a few hundred meters away but at the shore, wave after wave kept crashing against the sands.

“She was the high tide which had reached far into the sands of my heart. For a moment everything was so worthy,” I opened up to her like I’d never done before.

“Last year, during my brief sojourn in Ontario, I met this girl, Claire at my work place,” I started to narrate even as she was totally reluctant to hear the story. “She had an arresting look, a beguiling smile and a cherubic face that probably got me hooked to her.”

“It was just attraction,” she intervened. I nodded in agreement. Love starts in the eye and ends in the heart, so attraction may be the basis of love.

“How could you have fallen in love? Don’t you know about…”

I didn’t allow her to finish the sentence; I went close to her and tried to hold her hand. In a fit of apoplexy, she pushed my hand and folded her arms.

I looked at the sea again. Far across, I could see a lone boat sailing. It reminded me of the lone nights I spent at my apartment in Ontario. As Joe Walsh sang, 'and you discover when you look around, you don't have to be alone, just one lover is all you need to know when you're feeling all alone...’

It wasn't mere attraction. It was something beyond, though I would agree that attraction burgeoned into love.

“I dint know if it was love. I would’ve never known hadn't she proposed to me.”

“And you accepted? You haven’t thought about us” she chipped in. I nodded.

“At that point of time, I dint think about you or anyone else. All it mattered to me was the smile on her face. I dared not to steal it away. I knew, one day I’ll have to answer many questions,” I stood there with my head bent down looking at the ebb and flow of the waves.

“Do you really love her?” her voice began to quaver.

“I don’t know how to define love. My last day in Ontario was heart wrenching. I was going away from her. I didn’t know if I’ll be able to see her face again. She asked me if I truly loved her. There were tears in my eyes, tears trying to spurt but I controlled myself.”

Relationships sometime recede away just like the tide. A few memories sink to the depths of the heart. But the most painful are those which keep you waiting.

“At the airport, she hugged me, kissed me on my cheek and said, ‘I’ll wait’. It has been an year since. Every night I sleep with a burdened heart. Every morning I wish she were next to me. I live with the poignant memories of those happier days I’d spent with her....”

There was a long silence.

“Sometimes, love knows no boundaries, no limits. It will just happen,” I said looking at her. There were tears in her eyes. I was happy that I conveyed all that I needed to. But will she accept?

The winds finally favoured me. They swooshed open the iron curtain. It was a tough situation to defend my love, considering the orthodox background of my family. An year later, I married Claire, and my very close friends would know how hard my mother Leela tried to get us married.

There’s nothing she enjoys more than a leisurely amble along the beach. Unlike every evening the weather was rather calm. I knew that it was just an indication of the calm before storm and the havoc I am gonna create in our lives.

The water’s imbued with a golden tinge at the horizon as the sun slowly dipped into the sea. We stopped there for a while looking at the beautiful skies.

Leela liked the waves coming onto her feet and then ebb as they washed away the sand and her feet sinking into. The soft wisps of her hair curled and danced in the breeze as she tried to contain them with one hand, the other holding mine in a firm clasp.

“I’ve fallen in love…” I said when she loosened the clasp, raised her head as I stood seven inches taller than her and looked into my eyes without uttering a word.

My heart sank like an anchor when she released the clasp. For a while, I was in oblivion. I am gonna tell her, I can’t carry this burden anymore, I told myself.

I dint know where to start from. I looked at the sea for answers. It appeared calm and serene a few hundred meters away but at the shore, wave after wave kept crashing against the sands.

“She was the high tide which had reached far into the sands of my heart. For a moment everything was so worthy,” I opened up to her like I’d never done before.

“Last year, during my brief sojourn in Ontario, I met this girl, Claire at my work place,” I started to narrate even as she was totally reluctant to hear the story. “She had an arresting look, a beguiling smile and a cherubic face that probably got me hooked to her.”

“It was just attraction,” she intervened. I nodded in agreement. Love starts in the eye and ends in the heart, so attraction may be the basis of love.

“How could you have fallen in love? Don’t you know about…”

I didn’t allow her to finish the sentence; I went close to her and tried to hold her hand. In a fit of apoplexy, she pushed my hand and folded her arms.

I looked at the sea again. Far across, I could see a lone boat sailing. It reminded me of the lone nights I spent at my apartment in Ontario. As Joe Walsh sang, 'and you discover when you look around, you don't have to be alone, just one lover is all you need to know when you're feeling all alone...’

It wasn't mere attraction. It was something beyond, though I would agree that attraction burgeoned into love.

“I dint know if it was love. I would’ve never known hadn't she proposed to me.”

“And you accepted? You haven’t thought about us” she chipped in. I nodded.

“At that point of time, I dint think about you or anyone else. All it mattered to me was the smile on her face. I dared not to steal it away. I knew, one day I’ll have to answer many questions,” I stood there with my head bent down looking at the ebb and flow of the waves.

“Do you really love her?” her voice began to quaver.

“I don’t know how to define love. My last day in Ontario was heart wrenching. I was going away from her. I didn’t know if I’ll be able to see her face again. She asked me if I truly loved her. There were tears in my eyes, tears trying to spurt but I controlled myself.”

Relationships sometime recede away just like the tide. A few memories sink to the depths of the heart. But the most painful are those which keep you waiting.

“At the airport, she hugged me, kissed me on my cheek and said, ‘I’ll wait’. It has been an year since. Every night I sleep with a burdened heart. Every morning I wish she were next to me. I live with the poignant memories of those happier days I’d spent with her....”

There was a long silence.

“Sometimes, love knows no boundaries, no limits. It will just happen,” I said looking at her. There were tears in her eyes. I was happy that I conveyed all that I needed to. But will she accept?

The winds finally favoured me. They swooshed open the iron curtain. It was a tough situation to defend my love, considering the orthodox background of my family. An year later, I married Claire, and my very close friends would know how hard my mother Leela tried to get us married.

There’s nothing she enjoys more than a leisurely amble along the beach. Unlike every evening the weather was rather calm. I knew that it was just an indication of the calm before storm and the havoc I am gonna create in our lives.

The water’s imbued with a golden tinge at the horizon as the sun slowly dipped into the sea. We stopped there for a while looking at the beautiful skies.

Leela liked the waves coming onto her feet and then ebb as they washed away the sand and her feet sinking into. The soft wisps of her hair curled and danced in the breeze as she tried to contain them with one hand, the other holding mine in a firm clasp.

“I’ve fallen in love…” I said when she loosened the clasp, raised her head as I stood seven inches taller than her and looked into my eyes without uttering a word.

My heart sank like an anchor when she released the clasp. For a while, I was in oblivion. I am gonna tell her, I can’t carry this burden anymore, I told myself.

I dint know where to start from. I looked at the sea for answers. It appeared calm and serene a few hundred meters away but at the shore, wave after wave kept crashing against the sands.

“She was the high tide which had reached far into the sands of my heart. For a moment everything was so worthy,” I opened up to her like I’d never done before.

“Last year, during my brief sojourn in Ontario, I met this girl, Claire at my work place,” I started to narrate even as she was totally reluctant to hear the story. “She had an arresting look, a beguiling smile and a cherubic face that probably got me hooked to her.”

“It was just attraction,” she intervened. I nodded in agreement. Love starts in the eye and ends in the heart, so attraction may be the basis of love.

“How could you have fallen in love? Don’t you know about…”

I didn’t allow her to finish the sentence; I went close to her and tried to hold her hand. In a fit of apoplexy, she pushed my hand and folded her arms.

I looked at the sea again. Far across, I could see a lone boat sailing. It reminded me of the lone nights I spent at my apartment in Ontario. As Joe Walsh sang, 'and you discover when you look around, you don't have to be alone, just one lover is all you need to know when you're feeling all alone...’

It wasn't mere attraction. It was something beyond, though I would agree that attraction burgeoned into love.

“I dint know if it was love. I would’ve never known hadn't she proposed to me.”

“And you accepted? You haven’t thought about us” she chipped in. I nodded.

“At that point of time, I dint think about you or anyone else. All it mattered to me was the smile on her face. I dared not to steal it away. I knew, one day I’ll have to answer many questions,” I stood there with my head bent down looking at the ebb and flow of the waves.

“Do you really love her?” her voice began to quaver.