Emily and Sam

I never kept a personal diary when I lived with my parents for I was too afraid they or someone else might come across it. Infact there was never anything so abnormal and secretive about my life as to induce such fear. I had three little brothers and two little sisters with whom I shared everything- books, television, home and parents- except my thoughts or ideas; I was the oldest and way too older than the rest of them. I just preferred to keep my thoughts to myself mostly. Though I had always felt the urge to record my feelings about people and things, I didn’t manage to do so. The notion of writing it in a book and keeping it away from everybody’s sight occurred to me as unsafe and scary. There was a time when I’d experienced such dynamic thoughts about life, death, sexuality running through my head that I contemplated seriously about a way to store them. There was nothing as a private space at home. In those days there was no knowledge of the cyberspace, no computers, no kids with private mail accounts or secret passwords, and no teenagers with direct access to graphic, hardcore pornography at home. It was a simple way of life but not all that good…
By the end of high school, I had developed a full-fledged crush on the most beautiful girl in my class. Emily. She looked like one of those angel-faced actresses of 50s Hollywood. She was an impersonation of everything delicate I could think of. She intrigued me. I pined for her. Well, those days I resorted to cigarettes and weed, listening to music with pals on sunny rooftops. Tobacco, love songs or friends didn’t relieve the pain but surely helped in exaggerating my love for Emily. I longed for her more than anything else. I wanted something, anything- her telephone number, a photo, a chance conversation, or a piece of thread from the frills of her satin blouse- anything to treasure as a token of love, to remember the emotion for the rest of my life. We didn’t have the internet to send “friend requests” or “unfriend” people at the click of a button and share pictures of ourselves and friends. I couldn’t afford a personal camera to carry around at all times and secretly capture her tender image. Neither was I so brave as to steal the polaroid one in my dad’s study. Instead I attempted to capture her beauty in my hopelessly amateur poetry. But then I was too ashamed of my writing to not tear apart the page after writing a line or two. Very soon the time of graduation came and went by.
I moved to the city for my higher education. As I grew up, time had faded the memories of Emily and also the memories of my failed attempts to confront her on graduation day. After four brief, blissful years of academic training, self-discovery, and boundless freedom of thought and expression, I graduated. Almost simultaneously I landed a job. I started working and very soon bought an apartment for myself. I enjoyed the time at work; had made friends with some great chaps in my office. Life was easy and comfortable; six to seven months just flew by that
way.
One pleasant Saturday morning, it being a holiday, I woke up late and strolled to a cafe in my neighbourhood to grab some coffee. It was then that I had this amazing life-changing moment. I met Emily. I couldn’t believe myself. For ten distinct seconds of time I shuttled between different spaces of memory and was benumbed by what stood before me. It was Emily. It was my Emily. Somehow I could still think that she was mine, even after such a long time. After all, it was me who belonged to her. Anyway, I walked right across the room and introduced myself. She also, surprisingly, instantly recognised me as the classmate of one of her cousins in high school. She invited me to sit at her table for a chat. I was elated, ecstatic, overjoyed and what not. We had a good chat over coffee and cookies. Oh my, she was an adorable creature. She told me that she moved to the city for work. And, much more fascinating was the fact that she moved into the flat right opposite to mine in the apartments.
We soon became really good friends and had a great time together doing things we really liked. Though most of our likes and dislikes didn’t match, we understood each others opinions on a lot of issues. Both of us were into photography. We sent our photos to magazines and contests. We won prizes; we celebrated. Life was easy and exciting. Time just flew by.
One fine Saturday afternoon, enjoying a lazy holiday, we strolled to the cafe in the neighbourhood to grab some lunch. It had been an year since we first met each other there. Sitting there, remembering all the happy times we saw together in the past one year, looking at each other, sipping hot coffee, we together realized that we were deeply in love with each other. We were just made inseparable by everything that we remembered that had passed between us in that one year. We were happy for finding each other. We ate our lunch, held hands and walked back to our flats, all the while just smiling at each other.
Ever since then we were in love.
Now we are happily married with two beautiful daughters, Emily Jr., named after Emily, and Samantha Jr., named after me. We feel really blessed everytime our kids kiss us goodnight and say, “We love you mommies!”

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