“You
are a dream… tell me are you real?” Lia said, shocked, as we went from shop to
shop through the whole City mall, deciding what would make our future home
exquisite and beautiful.
The
other side of the window didn’t showcase a pair of wall hangings or an exhibit
of art works for the upper crust people with a liking for only the in vogue
works… neither did the furniture showrooms show simply a sample room or a
kitchen.
The
other side of the window showed a future where I was happy… synonym to I was
living with Lia.
Every
wooden flooring, or the sculpted side of the beds designed with floral
patterns, every detail from the chimney in our to-be home to the design of the
clock was a topic of discussion as we walked through the passage of the mall
with her one hand clasping on my arm, as she slid her fingers onto my palm and
held me close. We walked… with her head resting slightly on my shoulder, we
walked.
“Yes!
I don’t know any pubs and clubs in Bangalore… Is that really that big a deal?”
“Big
deal? I don’t know about others, but for sure my dad’s going to love you! A guy
who has never visited a pub once in his life!” she said, saying most of that to
herself, as her eyes looked up in the air.
“Now,
I’m not very fond of this whole drinking hoopla that people go about, and the
smell of smoke is simply repellent, so you see, no point going in there
anyway.” I replied back, not knowing it was the answer she was looking for.
Giving
me a smile with a lightened up face, she held my hand as we continued our usual
stroll.
Little
did I know, this place, these passages, these windows of the city-mall will
affect my life in ways more than one.
At one
point, it was the ‘adda’ for the two of us, and it hardly took any time to become
our new ‘home’.
All my
efforts to make Lia any bit more special then what she was, all my tries to
bring a smile, these walls stood witness to them more than anything or anyone
else. They had seen it all,
Soon,
the visits were more than ‘frequent’, and then it all stopped… ceased to exist.
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