Pilu

Pilu ” You are the rhythm of my life, mak­ing me to fall in love again and again my love ”

My life is sim­ple. I have every­thing- mon­ey, a sol­id career, sup­port, freedom.…everything one could ask for. But still, I feel like I was miss­ing out some­thing in my life. Life can’t go this way right like a rou­tine. It has to be chal­leng­ing every moment upto me.

That feel­ing kept grow­ing in me. So, I made a deci­sion to fol­low my pas­sion — one most peo­ple would­n’t under­stand. Leav­ing every­thing behind and start­ed from scratch, from the sand beneath my feet.

I have always loved singing not to become a famous pup star or any­thing like that, but to be the best ver­sion of myself through my voice. Not to sing for the world, but to sing in a way that feels real to me.

I fell in love with the ragas of tra­di­tion­al music. So I joined a singing club, start­ing from scratch just as a begin­ner with a dream. It was­n’t easy, but it felt right.

Slow­ly I start­ed to grow. When I was learn­ing those ragas there is one raga called “Pilu”, I fell in love with it. It draws my heart when­ev­er I lis­ten to it.

Slow­ly as I grow my voice start­ed to stay in the hearts of the peo­ple. One day, after I had fin­ished a per­for­mance, A mir­a­cle hap­pened. I don’t know where she came from ‑but there she was, stand­ing in front of me like an angle from heav­en.

“So charm­ing, so breathtaking.…like a snow falling under moon­light.
Her eyes are dark and deep like a shad­owed lotuses..held me in place. I could’nt look away.
Her hair flowed like brown and gold­en wis­te­ria, catch­ing the light just right.
She glowed soft­ly, like a new moon.. like a flower that had just bloomed, untouched.
Her beau­ti­ful aro­ma filled me com­plete­ly, and I began to lose my bal­ance.“

I did­n’t know what was hap­penig any­more. The world around me fad­ed into silence. It was just me, stand­ing in front of her, like noth­ing else exist­ed.
Time dis­ap­peared.
Then, faint­ly, I heard a voice in the dis­tance-
” Sir? …Sir! “
then the voice came again loud­er this time-
” Sir! I’m a big fan of yours. I’ve heard every song you’ve sung. Could you .…please give me an auto­graph?“

And just like that, the moment shat­tered and came into focus. She was­n’t a dream. She was real, stand­ing there, smil­ing, eyes still hold­ing that mys­te­ri­ous calm.
I blinked, try­ing to catch up with real­i­ty, still wrapped in the after­glow of the stage and her sud­den pres­ence. My heart was rac­ing, but I man­aged a smile.

She held out a note­book, slight­ly trem­bling, and I took the pen with hands that weren’t as steady as I’d like to admit.
For the first time I felt so hap­py for writ­ing my name on her note­book with the pen she gave me. She took the book, thanked me, and dis­ap­peared like a but­ter­fly, steal­ing my heart in a blink.

For­get­ting the pen, she gave me a rea­son to remem­ber her.
My eyes searched for her from that moment every­where I went.

In my des­per­ate search, she appeared again, cross­ing my path. I fol­lowed her qui­et­ly, my curios­i­ty raised. She went in to an audi­to­ri­um and dis­ap­peared again. while I was search­ing for her, to my sur­prise …she became the attrac­tion for the audi­to­ri­um. My eyes scold­ing myself for blink­ing. I could not take my eyes from her. So beau­ti­ful !

She is a kind, child­ish girl, fol­low­ing her pas­sion with an inno­cent joy. I noticed how deeply pas­sion­ate she was about clas­si­cal danc­ing, but despite her love for it, she was bound by the con­straints of her tra­di­tion­al fam­i­ly. So she stayed low with her immense tal­ent hid­den.

Although I kept myself away from her. My inner self is pulling me towards her. I have attend­ed one of her dance show with a though of meet­ing her.

She is like a beau­ti­ful man­dala design, sim­ple yet tal­ent­ed and mes­mer­iz­ing.

Her dance is wor­shipable, and she cre­ates maya with her move­ments for the onlook­ers. I stood there like a stat­ue look­ing at her. To my luck, her eyes caught me that day. She felt so hap­py for me to be present there and watch­ing her per­for­mance. Slow­ly I start­ed to talk to her and our friend­ship start­ed bloom­ing.

She used to tell me that, My voice stirs her heart, com­pelling it to dance with­out hes­i­ta­tion, free and unbound. Time slipped away, fleet­ing as a sin­gle heart­beat. While we became lit­tle busy in our careers sup­port­ing each oth­er.

I decid­ed to pro­pose her and invit­ed her to a spe­cial place. She was also seemed to look eager­ly wait­ing for it. Time has come. I was look­ing for her. Every minute seemed like an hour. I wait­ed. To my hopes, it end­ed wait­ing but she has not appeared. Think­ing that may be I over­look the things too deep. I just returned.

After that I shut myself closed for a while, look­ing at my sit­u­a­tion my friends forced me to go to the work palce. Still yet still, my heart search­ing for her and ask­ing ” Why? What hap­pened? “

It’s been days, I nev­er seen her again. Unable to stop my self, I decid­ed to see vis­it her home and talk to her. Rais­ing myself up, opened my house door.
“She was there in front of my home”, I rubbed my eyes and then watched again. Oh! yes she is here! came to meet me.

Thanked the God mil­lion times and invit­ed her in.
She looked so con­fused and start­ed ask­ing me sev­er­al ques­tions regard­ing pas­sion and mar­riage. I did not under­stand whats going on. The she told me,

Lis­ten,
” My par­ents have choosen a boy to mar­ry me, may be this is end of all my dreams. Like my wish to become the best dancer, My wish to become the love of your life is also shat­tered.”

“May be my pas­sion and the love goes the same way and the des­tiny nev­er choose me in it.“
with tears in her eyes.…”

” I’m sor­ry and I love you the most in this world. Thanky­ou for being the best part of my life and hold­ing me to choose my path. “

For the first time in our so jour­ney, she touched my hand.
My heart stopped beat­ing while she went back to her place leav­ing the ocean in my eyes.

Thou­sands of thoughts rushed through my heart. A day passed, I decid­ed to meet their par­ents gra­bing all my courage. Even though my heart trem­bling inside on how this things would turn out.

I reached their home, met their par­ents and start­ed talk­ing casu­al­ly telling them the life sto­ry of a girl who went to a top posi­tions with her tal­ent of danc­ing. They were so hap­py lis­ten­ing to it. Aftere then I came straight to the point, show­ing them a pass which their daugh­ter refused over time leav­ing behind every­thing for them. I told what she is so des­per­ate about and her pas­sion. They seemed over­whelm­ing.

I con­tin­ued..
“Sir, I love your daugh­ter so much. From the very begin­ning I see myself in her. The way she behaves, talks, moves and works around me tells how great­ly you brought up her. Being her par­ents I request you to please give her to me. I promise to make sure that I would take care of her and love her with every­thing of myself “

Ah.. Ahh.. I know.. Not a great works.
This filled the space with silence. I had to leave with no voice.

Months passed.. One day I got a phone call.
It’s me Pilu,
My heart start­ed beat­ing again, she told me that every­thing was good and her father wants to meet my fam­i­ly.

I won at life. To my courage and love, even des­tiny bowed and brought her to me. Now, with a lit­tle boy who is the sym­bol of our love, she is my wife..flowing like a riv­er to my song in my life.

“My dear Pilu, this is a small gift from me- A token of the love I hold for you. I’ve nev­er told you, Why I always call you “Pilu”. The moment I first met you, I fell in love just like I once fell for Pilu rage, the most beau­ti­ful melody of love. You are my sweet­est melody.”
- Your Love ❤️

Your sto­ry is so beau­ti­ful, it car­ried my soul away with it.
I hope your love and dreams con­tin­ue to blos­som, just like the breath­tak­ing love sto­ry you’ve lived.

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For Pilu, I have plant­ed Gulab- It has sym­bol­ized love, devo­tion, and beau­ty in it. It is so aro­mat­ic and occu­pies all the gar­den as its own.

Your love struck me like the fra­grance of this rose.

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