I’m Yours


I first saw her when she wasn’t even a year old. Carried by her mother, I knew there was something special about this girl the moment I saw her. And from that day, I knew I would wait upon her but I didn’t know why. And also from that day, I saw her, a lot (which I knew I would because I had seen her mother walking the same street for a long time).

Many people pass by me every day. Different each was. Some grumpy some nice, some snobbish some just fine and some a constant babblerer while some a good listener. But none had caught my eyes till I saw her. I didn’t know if it was her innocent-looking face that glowed or the eyes that shone which struck me at that time. But every time I did, my heart jumped a little, my breathing fastened a little, my intestine somersaulted and I could feel something in my stomach. And when I saw her looking at me sometimes, a chill ran through my spine. Hence, I waited. For her to cross my way so that I could steal a glance of her.

I saw her growing up. Well, I didn’t actually witness her growing up. I am not lucky enough I guess but I did see her. I saw her every time she would pass; holding her mother’s hand, sharing small murmurs or lost in her own world of thoughts. And the more I saw her, the more I got mystified. I found her beautiful and serene. I found a strong sense of belongingness in her.

And one day, I found her looking at me. Not those absent-minded glimpses but more-than-a-second look. I felt myself getting warm and red. I was blushing. My heart knew no limit for happiness and my soul was flying high. I got shy for a while. All the feelings I had never known started to come to me, one at a time. And then, I found her looking at me more often. Sometimes, she would just steal a glance and at other times, she would stare at me with her twinkling eyes. Sometimes, she would be showing me off to her friends while at other times she would capture me in her memories. At those times, I wish I could talk to her and tell her, “I’m all yours.”


I first saw the house when I was in my early teens. I was searching for my perfect house as I walked across the familiar street when I first saw it. It was standing along with other beautifully crafted houses but there was something different about it. Something my heart failed to find and my mind failed to answer. So, I decided to search for a while leaving my eyes to wander over its windows and rooms. I was quickly awed by amazing crafts of tiny soldiers in its wall. And quickly I saw that there was something special about this house.

From that moment onward, every time I passed by it, I would either steal some glimpses or stare at it for a while. When I stole the glimpses, I would be left with many questions in my mind like what those carvings meant and who owned the house. I would start wondering about its interiors and what it felt like living in it.

When I stared at it, I would observe every small detail with many thoughts passing my mind. The tiny soldiers looked like as if they were marching towards a battle. They reminded me of the battles my country fought to protect her sovereignty. But the walls were falling apart. The large windows were broken at places. Of course, the house was old and it was not maintained properly as well.

The people who lived there were probably ignoring it. This made my heart cry bitterly. I would take my friends to the place and show the carvings. I would so express my desire to renovate and preserve it and to live in it. I would share my wish to hide the house from the world. They all enjoyed the beauty of the house and agreed with me about my desires.

“It’s normal to feel that way,” they said, “but it’s difficult to do that. It’s maddening actually.”

By the time I was reaching my late teens, I was obsessed with the house. I would take all my free time to be near it, observe it and learn the minute details about it. I would get lost in its beauty feeling mesmerized but saddened by its state. I would start wishing more about rescuing it.

So, every time I was staring at the house, I would whisper softly, “Do not be afraid. One day, you’ll be mine and I’ll take care of you. Till then, I’m yours.”


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