The History of Love

“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”

There was a Home

There was a home. Its printed curtains were removed in the morning, letting warm sun rays to play in the room. The sun-rays shined on an off-white bed sheet. On the bed was a lemon colored blanket, rolled across a human figure. A smooching sound and a loving shout was heard. Little footsteps moved out of the room. Before the bathroom door could have made an opening creak, smell of the morning tea filled the room. The bathroom door remained half-opened and there was a soft thud on the ground of a towel slipping off, in the midway to the kitchen.

A cool breeze went past the giggling and cuddling sound in the home, kissed the sun through the opened window and entered into a just opened door of an adjacent restaurant. The restaurant echoed of a broom brushing on the ground. There was a bird hopping on the threshold of the restaurant door. The sound of a cloth cleaning a guitar inside the restaurant startled the bird. It collected a tree sap off the ground and sat on a rope in the garden outside the home.

The rope hung a couple of white and maroon knee-length satin frocks with frilled edges and thin straps. The bird chirped and flew to its nest on a nearby tree in the garden. It was one such morning in that home.