Sound of love
Sound of Love
This is a cute video, timely since it’s Valentine’s week.
“What’s the greatest expression of love?” Nandini asked Akshay.
His answer was quick and also questioning.
“A gesture that showcases your own individuality and zaniness? An intensely private moment between two people in love shared with a musician? A marriage proposal in the shape of a flash mob! “ Clearly he didn’t think much of any of these. Neither did Nandini it seemed, from the way she grimaced at each suggestion.
“Although, there is something nice about a couple being serenaded by a violinist.” Said Nandini.
“ That kind of expression of love comes later in a relationship. Once it’s been established.”
“They can get it so wrong as well. “ Agreed Nandini. “I was once having a farewell dinner with an ex when the singer began dedicating odes to ‘the most romantic couple in the room.’ Us. We were having an intense discussion, but it wasn’t about love. He finally stalked off in a temper at being linked with me despite our break up. It was embarrassing. Mostly for the musician. I laughed so much, both at that foolish loser and the musician who could hardly be called astute.”
“Which ex was this?”
“Doesn’t matter. That isn’t the point.”
Akshay accepted the rebuff of his jealous enquiries and continued with his own anecdote.
“ My parents, whose love has survived the years of marriage and bringing up children, are entranced by a musician at their annual anniversary dinner for two who sings about love and longing quite regularly for them.”
“Hmm – that kind of public declaration is lovely after many years. Do you think it’s because it’s unexpected?”
Nandini began to relate a reality TV show she had watched. “The boyfriend had organized a huge proposal flash mob for his girl friend. It was a sponsored event so he’d had her entire family flown in to witness the proposal. So far so good. If you like that sort of thing. What came next would have got any bride up in arms. He suggested they get married right there, right now. A team marched up with a terribly unfitted and unflattering wedding dress, pulled it on over her clothes and rushed her to the altar.“
“Fool”, was Akshay’s comment.
Anything like that would really annoy me,”added Nandini.
“ You’ve told me all the things you don’t like Nandini.”
“ Well an expression of love needs to be about the person you love. It needs to be their style, what they like. Anything else is about the ego of the lover, not about his or her emotion for the loved one. Love isn’t about being flashy, or boasting about how you proposed, or showing off the size of your ring, is it? “
Akshay retorted, “So you think a small ring signifies love?”
“ If that’s what the other person wants.”
“Hmmm. What do you want?”
“ Why are you asking? “
He didn’t respond, preferring to look dreamily over the waters of the lake.
A little annoyed, Nandini continued,
“If you’d ever listened to anything I said you would have your answer. I’m always commenting about things, I have an opinion about everything under the sun, and yet you don’t know this about me. “
“I ‘ve been listening to you talk for over four years now. And not a little, huh. How do you expect me to remember everything you say? Why can’t you just answer directly?”
Nandini leapt off the rock with the inherent fluidity of a dancer. “If you paid even a modicum of attention you would know that any sentence that begins with ‘why can’t you’ is guaranteed to get you into bad trouble. What’s the matter with you today in any case?”
“Nandini, the sun is setting, the water is rose gold, there’s a breeze rippling the lake, the birds are singing a lullaby to their children, this rock is warm, you’re the most beautiful woman I know – is this the time to fight?”
“ Any time is a good time to fight if you talk rubbish.”
“Hmm. Ok I’m sorry. Shall we get on a boat?”
Slowly her expression changed from intense irritation to wonder. “How come? You’ve always avoided it, saying it’s too dangerous.”
“Because you want to. Let’s go. And I will row.”
The boat glided like silk over the warm water as Nandini trailed her hands in it looking up at the transparency of the sky whose sunset salmon slowly gave way to egg shell blue. The sound of traffic receded and the town’s lights glimmered on one by one. Akshay hummed under his breath, unfazed by the exertion of rowing. She offered to row. He suggested she just enjoy it.
A silver luminescence became visible over the horizon.
“The moon is coming up Akshay. I hope it’s full.”
“You’ve kept track of the phases of the moon?”
“How can I not? You talk about it all the time…”
He ducked as a silvery spray of cool water flew at him from the water she’d scooped up and flicked at him.
After ten minutes Nandini spoke,
“ Shouldn’t we get back? It’s dark. Nobody knows we’re here.”
“Not yet.” he rested on his oars.
Then, tying them carefully to the boat, he moved to the middle,
“Slide over to the middle. I can’t come to the end – the boat may tip over.”
Laughing, she moved closer.
He put his arm around her, pushed back her hair and directed her gaze to the moon.
While she looked at it mesmerized, he reached in his pocket, took out a velvet box and extracting what was inside, slipped it on her finger.
She looked down, surprised.
He had the torch of his mobile phone on, so that she could see what it was.
She gasped at the perfect ruby that looked up at her, neither too big, nor too small.
Wrapping her arms around him, she whispered, “ So you do listen.”
He chuckled with delight.
“I know I’ve already put it on your finger, but you can take it off if you don’t want to marry me.”
“That’s what I love about you. You always give me choices, never take me for granted.”
“ No, I’m not taking that ring off or returning it to you.”
She gasped suddenly as she became aware of a number of dark shapes in the water around them.
“Why are all these boats surrounding us? There’s a flotilla of pirates,” she laughed nervously, trying to be funny.
“Hohoho – and a bottle of rum” rang out the voice of Bunny, Akshay’s best friend.
“Avast me hearties,” that was Roma, Nandini’s closest friend.
Slowly the boats drew alongside, lanterns were lit and bottles of bubbly handed around as they toasted each other under the light of the moon, singing
The owl and the pussy cat
Went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat
They had some honey
And plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The owl looked up
At the stars above
And sang to his sweet guitar
‘Oh lovely pussy,
Oh pussy my love,
What a wonderful pussy you are