Sunday, 20 July 2014

First Love

Friday. First day, first show. But not their first date.
She had been seeing him for the last 10 years. She had been in love with him ever since she had learnt what love was.
It did not matter that she could see him only once, or maybe twice and rarely, if she was lucky, thrice a year.
It did not matter that he was 30 years her senior. Or that he was married. Or had kids who were almost her age. His magical smile, those honest, haunting dark eyes, his salt and pepper beard, his kind face and the way he made her feel....that was all that mattered.
No, she did not own him. Never would. And that was okay. Love never meant ownership. It meant being happy for him, even if she was not a part of that happiness. She had the gift of his time for those stolen 3 or 6 or 9 hours every 365 or so days, and that was enough.
As the lights in the hall dimmed, and the screen lit up with the title, "Jab Tak Hai Jaan", she looked at him, directly in the eyes and hoped he knew what he meant to her.
Nonetheless, as he smiled at her, she whispered so only he would hear, "I love you so much, Shahrukh!"
Like millions of girls her age, SRK was her first love :)