Various thoughts were pacing in his mind while walking;
even the sky was devoid of the lactified moon that day. And just as he reached
her house, the undesirable had happened. Cassandra and her family had to leave
that place as they were unable to repay the loan her dad had taken years back
and the authorities ratified the orders by sabotaging their house. After
interviewing Cassandra’s neighbor, he came to know that she is now living with
her aunt, 7 miles from here. Gustav was really sad about this event, because
Cassandra was the only one, with whom he shared his thoughts, who helped him
with everything and who never made him feel alone. Both of their souls showed
Mutualism, they both knew they love each other, though none of them was brave
enough to reveal it. While returning home, the celestial appearance changed, and
the obscurity of sky was on a rage, the clouds, encompassing the mass of water particles,
secreted a boisterous commotion up there, finally, it was raining. Sulkily
walking in the rain his feet reached his doorstep and his sobbing mind demanded
for rest. That night he allowed only water to ooze into his belly; he quietly
went into his room without talking to his parents and rushed onto the bed.
Next
morning Gustav greeted the daylight before schedule, he decided to go to
Cassandra and meet her; and why not, she was always there for him. He finished
all of his work and explained the previous night’s incident to his parents and
also about his visit to Cassandra, which he was about to make. It had only been
10 minutes leaving his crib and he was all in pain. His head started pounding,
maybe it was yesterday’s symptoms, but he still rode his bicycle.
Well, this perspiring ride had a lot to give to Gustav.
As soon as Cassandra saw him, she rushed towards him, which resulted in a tight
hug! Yea she was crying but her tears indicated that she was really happy
seeing Gustav. It was clearly observable to Gustav, the hardships her family
faced in these few days. Though Cassandra’s aunt, Cecilia, was really a good
and a kind hearted person, she only had her husband and her only son, Marcus.
If it was in Gustav’s hands, he would have taken Cassandra’s family to his
place, but he didn’t implement on his thought. Both of them sat on the porch,
next to each other and discussed the chain of events that took place so fast.
Gustav promised her that he’ll be there for her always and ever after, he was
really not happy looking at her sad face; and why should he be happy? She was
the only one who made him laugh, enjoy, her presence would make him feel
secured. Though even now, this distance wouldn’t make them feel far away, they
decided to meet each other thrice a week, Gustav made it simpler for Cassandra,
he had decided that he would come to meet her, so that she wouldn’t have to
travel all the way. He had his lunch there and spent all of the evening with
her. While returning home, Gustav gifted her, the locket which his mom had
asked him to give her. She was all in a delight, because she loved him, and now
all of a sudden, Gustav was all helpful, caring and behaved as he loved her
from ages. Though she controlled her Neurological impulses that arose for him,
yes Gustav liked talking in scientific language. In all of these today’s
episodes, Gustav did forget about his headache; and why not Cassandra’s aura
was not less than any Aromatherapy for him.
Gustav’s mom was happy, when she was enlightened by
him, that, apparently they were all fine. Now the thing Gustav was supposed to
pay interest was his Model. That night Gustav worked till late night, though
all in vain. It wasn’t working for him. The theory which he had applied had
turned futile. Keeping all things apart, he dozed on his working table itself.
Next morning, though at 12:30 p.m. technically it was
afternoon, when he broke his suspension of consciousness, he was delighted to
see Cassandra in his house. Her long beautiful face pairing with the super
matching glasses. Her posture was depicting her angriness, her folded hands and
her tapping foot, as he had slept late, last night. But Gustav couldn’t
believe, which actually resulted in him rubbing his eyes several times, so much
so that he even immersed his head in a tub full of water! This act made him
look like a fool and Cassandra’s serious face couldn’t resist the urge of
laughter. It was her, Cassandra; she came to meet him, irrelevant of his
decision. Though it had been long she was there in his house, besides she was
helping Gustav’s parents. Again it was a day for the love birds to flock together
and one more day they spent together. In the evening Gustav dropped Cassandra
home on his bicycle. The two souls were entraining, getting as close, as the
grass to the earth. For the next 3 days, Gustav worked on his experiment, still
the results remaining barren. As he wasn’t getting one of the equipment, he had
to think of some alternative plan, all 3 days were nothing but a forlorn hope
for him. That evening he decided to go for a walk on his usual path. While his
brief travel, he thought of Cassandra, he thought of proposing her, though it
requires quite a cojone for attempting for such a feat, so he thought of
writing a poem for her. He quickly retired to his scientific hub, to secrete
out his hearty impulse for Cassandra. Though the poem was of very few lines, it
took 4 hours for him to pen it down. He took the page kissed it and tucked in
his drawer and sacked himself up, to visit the places his subconscious mind
takes him to.
The next morning he finished all his chores on time and
biked all the way to Cassandra’s place with all the thoughts in his mind about
Cassandra’s place, he somehow resisted that eerie feeling. He spent the day
with her, but while sunset, he took Cassandra to his usual place of evening
walk, stood in front of her bent down on one knee held her hand and recited the
poem, which he wrote for her, with his radiant eyes beaming a sense of love
into her eyes.
Watching
the Kites gliding up above,
A
thought of you surfaced my mind packetting love.
Maybe
you are the fuel accelerating my heart,
And
why not, as CO2 is released in this art.
I
wish I could fly, high in the sky,
So
that you can see me whenever you try.
The
way we feel the air on a windy day,
Your
face glows bright with light’s each ray.
You
are seriously more beautiful than the northern lights,
I
end up gazing you, just pardon my sights.
As
it is lovely on leaves to see the morning dew,
It
will be hard for me to go on without saying I Love You..
