I am only the voice behind his thoughts.This is their story.
"Whenever James Blunt croons "You're Beautiful" in his incredibly love lost and smooth sailing voice,a series of images flash in front of his eyes.Against a chasm of hazy and electric blue,it is due to that breathtakingly pretty face of hers,that there is stillness and quiet,despite the divaricate and chaotic imagery that his thoughts are conjuring.With a curt smile gracing her rose petal lips ,she teases him and he gets lost in the realm of those watery eyes,which always seem like they are saying something.
She is constantly pushing back tufts of her silken hair,that braze her blossom cheeks like curtain braids which brush against him,as he stares out the balcony.The nose is his favorite though.He says it looks like a little piglet's nose and she twitches it dismissively like Nicole Kidman in Bewitched.She is still smiling at him ,this time playfully and is generous enough to give us glimpses of the pearls that glint inside.
He fondly remembers that for the first few years that he had known her,he used to remain tongue tied in her presence.The angel like aura that she had ,a mere mortal admirer like him could only be left speechlessly spellbound.The sun however did shine on him , and they became.I daresay,the best of friends in due course.
He would now know that behind the blinding light that she emanated from a distance,there was an innocent and childishly enthusiastic,almost naive persona.She would be distant and cold one moment and unbelievingly caring and affectionate the next.They fought on petty matters and she used to shower him with those cute and snarly death threats, twitch that pigletty nose and strut off into the distance.The moments when they used to talk about life,love and what not,she would listen, dreamily at that,and he would think that he was boring her.When she talked ,he would have to make conscious attempts to listen and not stare,for he was just so badly smitten.He was slipping into something totally unknown to him.
All this while,the beauty was absolutely oblivious.God's almost pitch perfect work of art,was an artist herself and her world was all about colors and canvasses.Splashes and dashes of blue and hue, wavy motions of the hand,sometimes caressing the canvass,sometimes almost dismissive,she would bring to life the most vivid sequoia of flowers-pink,green and indigo.Images of lonely boatmen on the horizon,feeling the orange radiant sunset,or of the tranquil sea,lashing against bedrocks and carrying away so much with it.She could talk to colors and felt at home in their company , looking at ceilings and walls,floors and parapets and wonder if peacocks or umbrellas could grace them.She would get so engrossed that the world around her ceased to be a world per se ,and a void,an emptiness,would set in as soon as she set the paintbrush down.She yearns for similar passion , a love that is blind and will not judge her devout and sometimes abstract creative streak and just love her for what she is.She is aware that a Utopian World does not exist and yet she strives for that eluding extra inch of perfection-something she has always secretly dreamt of.
She asks him sometimes,the meanings of life's mysteries and unpredictable ways and he just glances at her and smiles.He is as clueless,if not more about what life holds in store.The world confuses both of them,and yet words and colors keep them going.They glide along seamlessly through separate ways and keep reliving their struggles with each other.Their philosophies and their paths are as different as chalk and cheese and yet they are so similar.She smiles at him,this one killer and electric.Sometimes,his heart skips a beat when she does that.Her colors are calling her out once again and she flies out to them,with unparalleled vigour and fairy grace.Meanwhile,James Blunt is done with his ballad.The F.R.I.E.N.D.S Theme Song is now playing.
How apt and how excruciatingly beautiful.
He closes his eyes and tells her,silently, that they will always be friends and will live on in each other.She has now almost finished reading this.It is eerie and late at night.I am sure she has a lot to say.
