Stories of the open road

By Pathum Punchihewa

I have a confession. I am a man of many dreams. At least I was. Once as a kid I dreamed freely to the limitless ends of the universe. I had a dream about a moment, that I will have with the one I love and I saw that dream many times and I didn’t realise how important that dream was to my life until the day I see it with my own eyes…

  “She was next to me, lying on the bed on a tropical rainy night. I was sitting on the floor, resting my head on her body, she caresses my long hair. I  hold my guitar, singing for her, with a passion that I never ever believed I was capable of…”

I stopped. And she veered her body towards me. Then I said, “I had a song in my heart”. She was a statue of quietness. And like the tender levanter breeze, she begun to sing. I just wanted to close my eyes, dive in to the beautiful vibrations of her voice; she wasn’t a professional singer but it was a nightingale cooing to me…

What was that song? In my mind it was a song from an old movie. Oh yes, it was sung by another diva I loved, Lata mangeshkar. “Ajeeb daastaan hai yeh, Kahan shuru kahen khatam”…

“With the in depth meaning of the song, with the delicate feeling she sang, with the atmosphere surrounding us and with the idea that ‘she sang for me’… what can I say, it was my dream and it came true…”

Maybe this is a dream that any man can dream of. Maybe it’s just a Love Guru Classic. But what I wanted to say is, ‘just be with somebody who makes your dreams come true, tiny and sheer dreams that illuminate your life, very soul…’

And a footer note about the topic of the article. Yes, in that very moment I realised that I always wanted to be with her. And after that moment she realised that I am only her best friend; nothing more, nothing less…. Yeah, sometimes cupid works in such tricky ways. And that’s another story and until, ‘The End’…

Published on Youth Mirror - Daily Mirror (09th December 2010)