The wind blew with the song of their Love

The breeze that flew in allowed the paddy crops to dance around and as if listening to the calling of the rice plants, she came out from inside the small hut that stayed in the middle of the field. Though the afternoon sun glowed bright and hot, the sway of those rice plants was one sight that she never missed during the day. And as if on a premonition, she turned and looked over at the bungalow that stood on the far end of the fields and there he was, among the shadow of the walls, glancing at her down from the terrace.

The whole of the paddy fields that extended over, along with the surrounding acres of land was owned by the aristocratic family. As generations passed by, most of the lineage migrated away to the cities, leaving the family who currently occupied the ancestral nalukettu. Padmanabhan had paid off the due shares to all the other members of the family and now owned the entire property around, to himself. The big house with the lot number of rooms spread across around the nadumittam, was now occupied by him, his wife and his son who is working in B’lore. Madhu visited his parents twice a month and the urge to wrap himself in the peace and quietness of the village was just one of the reasons that pulled him home every time, away from the city life.

He was strolling through the coconut groves one evening and there she was; coming opposite to him with the halo of serenity and simplicity glowing all around her. She wished him with a smile and that prompted a flash of memories in his eyes, of the small girl and boy who ran around the widespread fields, who played together those long forgotten games in the dark rooms of the nalukettu, who held hands and walked through the riverside talking away in endless innocence.

He could never tell if it was the thought of old memories or the simplicity in her beauty that made him fall in love with her. From then on, the desire for him to reach back to his home increased, and the silent conversations that he shared with her through the breeze that blew over the fields only reiterated those initial feelings that he had felt for her. Believing on his instinct, he revealed his love to his parents, his desire to marry the girl who had till then lived on his family’s kindness and consideration.

It has to be the wisdom that had accumulated with their life experiences, his parents were more than happy to include her in the family, for they had always wished for the well being of that one girl who grew up under their shadows. And nothing could have made them more happy, than to allow her to take their own lineage ahead. A grand wedding was arranged within the decorated nadumittam of the nalukettu and the people who came in asserted it on the virtues of the family which’s being retained since generations without fail.

It was on the wedding night that she revealed to him, that it was he who had always filled in her dreams – the dreams of her childhood, adolescence and as for her their uneventful wedding only proved that it was a life together for them, decided right from the heaven above.

After a few days stay, the newly wed couple flew into the busy city life once again and from then on, it was the silent days of their love that pulled both of them back home.

As if to bless them a “happily ever after” the rice plants swayed on a dancing pace and a cool breeze blew across the field, singing for them, the song of their own love.

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Thinking why such a topic covered in here? This was a story that I used to fantasise about when I was a kid. I had this habit of making up stories in my head while getting into sleep and this's one among them. Nothing surprising ofcourse for the people who know the better of me; fantasied love have always been there inside my head right from childhood :D