Although Jyoti could not see from the time she opened her eyes eversince she was born,she was gifted with a cherubic voice.
The man she loved was a handsome young artist.His sketches amd paintings were marvellous.Since Jyoti could not see, the artist learnt how to create contour sketches for Jyoti,so that she could feel his works of art.
As time went by ,their closeness grew.It was maturing to something even more than love.
He would take her on a bike ride to the riverside, and they would passionately bid goodbye to the weekend's setting Sun.
On one such evening at sunset,Jyoti sang a sweet song for him.As she sang with her hands feeling his face..she could feel his welling up breath and tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Why do you always have to cry when I sing for you?Am I that bad?Or do you cry because of me being blind or because you wonder how a blind girl like we have a such a bad singing voice!You night be crying because you might be wondering ,"What a waste!`
His fingers that were already caressing her lips.But as she spoke he covered it ,to stop her from speaking further.
She playfully snuggled up to him,gently put her lips on his and whispered,
"Shri,Say that you love me!Don't feel shy!Please tell me that you love me.
Shri embraced her tightly as ever and started crying like a mad man.
Tears rolled down Jyotis eyes too!
The Sun was serting as they cried together in each others arms .
With her voice saturated with tears Jyoti said,"O.K. Shri! Don't cry! My man doesn't cry!
So what Shri! So what if you are unable to speak to me !Unable to say those three words that I am longing to hear.
So what if you are unable to listen to whatever I sing.
So what if I couldn't see your lovely paintings!
So what if you could not be my eyes with your words!
I still know how you love me!
OK I am sorry!I will never be mischievious like this again.I know you love me,madly.You don't have to say it.I know you are mine and you know I am yours.We are made for each other."



© Avik Datta Gupta