Love- A Thread Of Miracles

I would always harbour a pie in the sky that one magical day when the moon would appear sanguine than usual and the birds will be chirping the most soulful hymn ever and I would be standing at one end of a vast ballroom filled with bogus hearts dancing on a random play of music, in the midst of them I would find an insignificant speck of light and from that moment I would know, that was the same person I would want to dance all my dances. Two anonymous eyes twitching in my direction, I would lose myself in its marine, and I would know my life may not be perfect, but I would really be blessed.

So, I remember the day I draped myself in a slithery but gorgeous blue gown, it's finely knit edges playing with the marble tiles as my heels fluttered in the most exotic dance moves, my diamond earrings twirling with every spin I take. Nostalgic waves pulling the chords of my heart as I recollect the chimes of my anklets on the Indian folk dance, Kathak. I hop high into the muttering of music as my heel collapses and I trip over, the echoes blurring around me.

My elbow is pulled back, balance regained as my wrists are twirled into continuous spins. Each beat evidently audible as my eyes meet his dark and dense ones, his fingers accurately placed on my waistlines as he lifts my numb body high up, I am engulfed in a mess of ecstasy and my heart skips a beat as it is entangled in a complete new planet in the wide universe. The chime of music is never ending as it tunes on the rhythm of two heartbeats. And, so the mounting of a temporary childhood infatuation to a long-lasting feeling of compassion becomes inevitable.

Maybe, that's the moment the Hermione lost in the very depth of my heart found her Ron.