When we need a simple life without any complications, the divine intervention happens. Don’t know if for good or the bad, but it happens. Something similar happened with me 3 years ago. One eventful evening, while working for a media organization, amidst the hustle bustle of winding up the gala event, my eyes met his. Four seconds and we knew that we wanted to talk to each other. I did not even know who he was. If God was watching us from the heaven above, it would have been a replay of James Blunt’s ‘You are Beautiful’ – I saw your face, in a crowded place and I don’t know what to do, because I will never be with you! I’m married. Happily married rather. That moment had nothing much than that divine spark people might call love, but I can only recall it as a ‘connect’. There was something that said – this is not the end.
Few days later, I saw him again in a meeting, giving a presentation. The gush of blood that made my face go red made it evident for him that we both remember the ‘connect’ that night. He was part of the marketing team in my office and I was almost working with him on my next project. Gosh! I had to stay away from him. God did not help anymore. He loved the music I loved, the movies, colour, food and cars everything just fell in place. The ‘connect’ kept happening till that day when he came and said what changed my life.
He had quit for a better job and was leaving in next 20 days. My heart skipped a beat. Why? I don’t know. I loved my husband, my life was perfect. But what kind of a turn was it taking now. Clueless as I stood, we bid farewell to one of the popular lads in the office – only because he was too decent to hit on every girl. He respected women and he respected me as well, knowing well the fact that I was falling for him despite being married. Happily married. And he is five years younger than me. He loved me, I knew it; everyone could see that in his eyes. But he never demanded anything more than just my company.