Falling in love was supposed to be easy. You were supposed to know when you see the person of your dreams. It was supposed to be a javelin that went straight through your Heart as she passed in front of you. It was not supposed to be this.

It should not have crept up behind him like a lion creeping quietly behind and pouncing on its prey. But yet it did.

The broken heart went out that night with a friend’s promise of a good time.

“ Go on, have fun,” said the heart warning “ the pieces broken will not be mended together by the external force.” Little did it know that a beautiful external force which it will meet that day will not only break what was supposed to be an insurmountable fortress of his broken heart but also find a place to reign within its walls.

The first meeting happened as always. Guy met girl. Only here a broken heart had met a beautiful Soul. This deranged piece of broken muscle was for the first time seeing light in the voice of a pure soul.

The first time they met they were strangers having paths which might have crossed before but without any noticeable dent in the annals of history. But today was different. If only the world had known what today was, then the church bells would have been rung, the flags would have been raised and the people would have been dancing in the streets for it was the day the wounded heart met its pure soul.

The soul smiled and said hi. The heart smiled. With the introductions over and the friend who had made the obligatory introduction drifted off to an unknown cosmos, the two remained all alone in their own universe.

They didn’t fall in love. They didn’t do earth-shattering protestations of love. No, it was just not their style. At that moment no one knew what bright light this Gentle Soul will shine upon this broken heart.

They spoke. She spoke of philosophy while he spoke of politics. She spoke of art while he spoke of science. They spoke for they spoke well. But a curious observer, who knew both would have observed, whilst it was not their habit to let others talk here when one spoke the other smiled.

As night turned to day and the party gave way to the morning emptiness, these two were still conversing. They were the two stubborn stars who did not want to give way to the sun. But all parties had to come to an end. The broken heart and the bright soul exchanged numbers and went on their with their life which suddenly looked pretty mundane compared to the night they had.

The night did not raise sparks between the two. It did not signify electrified chemistry. Those all came later. What it showed was that the broken heart and the bright soul had a completeness that was not quite seen in the universe’s history.

He was confused. Yep, that was the word. It was a casual conversation which stretched the whole night. He had never had such a type of conversation in a very long time. His broken heart had taken care of that. It was then he thought of her for the first time. Not of the conversation itself but of the gentle soul.

Her smile was infectious. You could not but smile back. Her hair flawlessly flying in the wind and then settling down quietly in the back of her neck whilst she moves her head up and down defending her conversation vigorously was a sight to behold. Her eyes spoke of love whilst magnifying an intelligence that would have made learned men green with envy. But other than all this, all around her was a gentle aura. An aura which belied that inside the intellectual super mass, she was a gentle soul.

The heart which was thus scared to break again took the first of the many bold steps it will take in the coming days. “Normally you message,” the brain said. The bigger and more conscious part of the man. But today, the heart ruled and it called the gentle soul.

The rings started. Each ring felt like a hammer crushing the heart as the brain screamed out against this foolhardiness. “Message,” it screamed. “Give her time.” Within three hours of last seeing her the broken scared heart had enough courage to pick the phone and call the soul which will set a light in its life.

After an eternity, a voice entered through the mouthpiece of the gentle soul and was converted into thousand of electric impulses which traveled a few kilometers and reconverted whilst simultaneously resounding heavily into the man’s ears.

“Hello,” she said, as he smiled. “You were quick. Would you live to continue our conversation over dinner tonight? you never yet told me about the difference between….” He never heard the next words. She in her characteristic style spoke for ten minutes after that. But for him, his tired wounded heart has been given its first victory in a very long time.

They met by the beach as all would be lovers do. The sky was not so calm this time. It knew something momentous was going to happen. Streaks of lightning followed by claps of thunder started filling the sky as they made their way down, two strangers in anticipation of love.

It was then that he first noticed her hands. The fingers were not that long and nails were polished with the standard red which you see in the nails of women everywhere. Lending character to her hand was a ring with a tiny sapphire stone. Set in silver, the sapphire reminded the heart of the green light that signaled go at every zebra stopping.

But something stopped him. The heart regained its fear. “What if,” the heart thought. What if the gentle soul did not extend the same feeling the heart and the universe felt towards her. What if by holding the hand the sky will clear and the dream will come breaking down like the tower of Babel.

As they walked across the lightning-streaked sky. His eyes were locked on her face whilst his heart was finding a way to hold the gentle soul’s hand. The hand signified so many things. She liked him, he understood. She wanted something more. “But why then is my hand paralyzed,” he thought. “Why then can’t I move and hold her hand ?”

Was it the thought of losing her ?

Or was it because her gentle soul was too good for him ?

Or was it because the universe was lying and there was no real love at all.

As she spoke fast and slow depending on the topic, she remarked on his quietness and smiled at him and took those golden hands and gave him a nudge to be more attentive for he was lost in the clouds.

The scared little heart leapt up in joy. The nudge had awakened something which all had long thought dormant. It was that little splash of electricity which moves through the body at lighting speed. Her nudge was the epi-centre of electric waves which were going through his body.

As she again turned her head around  after the nudge he noticed the thrice over pierced ears looking over furiously through her lock of hair which was now behaving eratically as the wind picked up speed and beeged the would be lovers on the beach to seek shelter.

He could still see her smile as she looked onto the beach and the sky. But what did it mean ? As I again looked down upon her hand I noticed it inviting me with open arms. It was open and stretched outside.

As those hands beckoned him, he thought of love and his brained fainted and heart skipped a beat. But forward he walked and took hold of the hand with the sapphire ring. At that moment the world stood still.

Yes, the reason for creation of universe was fulfilled. God has fulfilled his duty. God has justified his creation by a higher maker.The universe had conspired and brought the gentle soul and mended heart together.

She smiled a little broader and looked at the sky. She had stopped talking and he couldn’t speak.

Yes, it was love. It was not a javelin but rather a slowly creeping lion. I am sure both do not know it yet but the lion was pretty close and sometime in the future will pounce on the poor unsuspecting couple.

But it has begun. Began with the proverbial touch of the hand.