It was not exactly the Valentine’s Day but a few months before it during year 1994 when their love story started. It was also not long when they both met and started knowing each other. They had met just a couple of times.
That day, he was about to go to a remote place. Since they were not going see each other for long time, he had come to see her in person before boarding the train, which was scheduled in the following couple of hours.
He presented a small gift to her, as a token of his remembrance.
She uncovered it carefully and found a beautiful black pen with an intricate print on it. Her eyes twinkled with happiness. 🙂
He: “How do you find it?” 🙂
She: “It’s beautiful!…Thank you!” 🙂
He: “You know, it is not a simple pen. It is a magic pen.” 😉
She was surprised and confused at the same time to hear what he said.
She had never believed anything since her childhood without knowing the whats, the whys, and the hows. But she believed in what he said just as she believed in him completely. If he says, then it must be surely magical…But what is the magic? She couldn’t hold her curiosity about the pen’s magic for long. He observed her funny expressions.
He (playfully): “Whenever you write a letter to me with this pen, it would automatically reach me.” 😀
She (curiously): “That’s just not possible!!” 😮
He (smiling): “Why not?… But yes, you need to do one more thing to make this pen’s magic work.”
She (anxiously): “And that is…?”
He: “Each time you write a letter with this pen, you need to write my address on the letter too, and put it into a nearby post box.” 😉 😀
She understood the magic. 🙂 She liked the way he indicated his interest to know her more. He wanted to understand her and take their brief introduction with each other to a next level. She remembered, she had got some freshly plucked jasmine flowers. She put them into his shirt’s pocket. She promised him to write letters. After spending some silent moments together, they took each other’s leave with heavy hearts.
Those were the no-cellphone days. It was not easy to speak to a remotely located person. If they did not have STD/ISD facility on their landline telephones, they used to stand in the queues of STD/ISD booths to make a long distance call. During those days, writing letters was a reliable way to stay connected.
The pen was one of her most precious possessions. During their separation times, she wrote numerous letters with that pen and sent to him from miles away. The pen went on playing its magic and wiped out the physical distance between the two hearts in love.
I still fondly possess my magic pen. 😀