We reach The Hall . My leg is warm where your hand rested . Through all the while . You get out of the car first ( as always ) and open the door . Then , take my hand and help me out . I step out , minding the skirts . They can be irritating .
You close the door and catching my hand , start walking . While proceeding , I slide my hand upwards to your bicep , I like the feel of it , something solid beneath the soft material of the coat .
We climb the short stairway . You give the pass to the woman standing at the entrance . She smiles and lets us in . The Hall is mesmerizing . People have already taken seats in the various alcoves . Women in different shades , shapes and forms of beauty . Men escorting their dates , looking as genteel as ever . We just walk in circles , occasionally greeting acquaintances . Making up tales about strangers . Guffawing all the while . The usual act .
The band starts playing . It's a soft beat . You smile , that strange glint in your eyes , again . You ask me for the dance . Hmm , Chivalrous much ? I curtsy .
Couples gather up . I place both my hands on your shoulders , you on my waist . We are just stepping back and forth . But it's peaceful . It's home . We are smiling . Enjoying ourselves .
After two songs , the band changes rhythm . Drums start beating . I am not dressed for this dance . So , we sit on one of the couches kept at the four corners of the hall . We are sitting close by . Looking at others dance . You look at bit nervous , but I don't ask . Might be tiring , so much dancing . You leave to get some water .
When you come back , your favourite song starts playing . I am not so tired to miss out on this . I immediately grab your hand and we are both back on the dance floor . This is a bit fast , but nothing I can't handle . I look around . There , I see , our parents , your mom looks stunning in a deep blue sleek dress and your dad , striking in a cream three piece suit . I tap your shoulder , you turn around . I point towards our parents , all of them are looking here . They are laughing . We wave and then go back to dancing .
You look shady , but we are enjoying so I ignore it . I turn my back to you , to look at others dancing . I think we have been dragged to the centre of the hall , right below the shimmering chandelier . Everyone is swaying back and forth .
Great ! My favourite song starts playing . The lead singer announces my name . I look at him quizzically , then back at you . But you aren't there . Above , I mean . You are down on one knee . A small grunge blue box in your hands . The ring is delicate , a tear drop shaped diamond , small but magnificent . Exactly like the one I saw on a website , six months earlier. I couldn't buy it then , it was unavailable .
My mind can't process it . But , my heart knows . My hands come to my face , cupping my mouth . My sight is a blur . I can't see you . Tears come spilling .
Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! I want to scream . But I wait for you to say it .
You do . I want to scream . I want to jump . I want to punch you . Punch you , for doing it all so secretly .
But , I only whisper , " Yes ".
Then again , " Yes " .
And then I am down with you . You are crying . I am hugging you . Everyone is shouting . It's chaos . It's beautiful . You're beautiful .
Then , I look at you , pulling back and say again , " Yes " .
Now you are grinning . Crying . Laughing .
You kiss me .
Yes . Yes . Yes .


Now , folks , my job here is done .
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