Thursday 4 August 2011

A Trespassing...


A mystery often leaves you with a sense of intrigue, an overwhelming curiosity and time and again it leaves you with goosebumps. I bumped into one this morning.
I am reading Lee Iacocca’s autobiography. So coming across something like this, while reading the life-story of a management guru, was more than unexpected. I bought this book about four and a half years back from the second hand market for books in Buldi. But I didn’t somehow manage to start reading it till now.
And I am barely a hundred pages down and a page falls out. It looks like it has seen better days, smells like old books do, it’s as brown as old paper can get and the ink on it is a faded washed out blue. I picked it up. I couldn’t unfold it with ease as the folds were so well defined by now that I feared tearing it. 
Then I read it. This is what it said :

“Every moment with each other is a celebration. And why should it not be? We don’t need reasons. Our being together is reason enough to celebrate. I want us to live like every moment we spend with each is the first and only moment we’ll ever have. Every time we say “I love you”, it should feel like the first time, as it does.
These little lessons will never let the magic of our relationship fade away. The magic will always be there as it is now.
                                                                                                                                                                                               Yours forever
P.S. : Will be waiting for you at the coffee house at 5:30 pm tomorrow. I love you. “

I then wondered for a long time who the writer might have been, did the note ever reach its destination and how was the meeting at coffee house. Of course I can never find answers to these. But there is something about a love note that strikes a chord with the romantic in me. It left this smile on my face as I watched the rains from my window.
So I found a love note in the autobiography of a management top-notch from the automobile industry. And it left me with intrigue, curiosity, goosebumps and a feeling of TRESPASSING. Trespassing into the life of an unknown, faceless stranger.

5 comments:

Obscure Optimist said...

Woah!! Gurl!! What a post!! I so wish I get something as serendipititious as this. I had been long stuck on the concept of finding something written on second hand books, but I found it in just one!

And so great, that you found one full letter, that too so beautifully written!!

I think you were given the permission to trespass! and I am sure it was a lovely experience.

Awesome narration.. keep writing ships.. you are very good at this! :)

Pooja Cornelius said...

So, I will be waiting for you near coffee house tomorrow 5:30 pm, please do come :)

SBM said...

Lovely... Superb KudKud... MAza aa gaya yaar...

I will be also waiting for you Near Coffee Lounge, 6:30pm this sat :)))) :D

Soumo said...

awesome write up!!!

Rohit said...

It is really strange how this world works... All the knowledge race of our day to day life the daily struggle just become trivial in a moment; just to realize the true wealth lies in the bonds.

So invest in bonds they also have tax benefits... :P

Beautiful post ships... I stumbled only on scribbled chits of formulas in the books I read... And some ppl had seriously bad handwriting... :P