The blue angel

Bakhuda tum hi ho,
har jagah tum hi ho
Haan main dekhun jahan jab
Us jagah tum hi ho,
tum hi ho..
Tum hi ho mujh mein haan,
tum hi ho
Tum hi ho

Never have I been struck by any song the way this one did. Despite having any emotional attachment to this song, something clicked.

It didn't happen when I saw the movie or heard it on radio or on any of those hit-songs-lists shows.

But, when He sang, I was mesmerized.

It was one friends+coffee evening at Cafe Coffee Day,Lounge;Hauz Khas.

The evening was beautiful except the fact that I had my final exam the next day. We sat there cribbing about the temporary shut smoking zone. Sipping the Cold Chocolate and digging into the cheese grilled sandwich I was listening to Ell as she talked about random things hitting her life which was now minus any boyfriends while the live band performed singing Backstreet boys & Westlife as the love stuck couples found meaning in there music.

The conversation had taken a rather interesting turn as Ell started giving her priceless advice about life.

And then, it happened.

A voice that went straight within and stirred me inside. It reflected truthfulness. Purity. Affection. Love.

It forced me to turn. Attracting like a magnet.

I looked at Him.

He stood there bathed in dim neon blue light. The sparkling white shirt reflected a blue aura around.

Shut eyelids. Relaxed lips. Strained vocal chords. Panting breaths. Yet a face so calm.

The tap of His feet got me off my train of thoughts.

And then he began.

Caught me in his spiral voice. Round and round I went. Suddenly the walls merged perfectly into the starry back sky. With one neon blue star calling me.

And I followed.

Into the hazy fog, above the deep oceans, twirling with the winds, flying above the green grass, catching the rain drops, floating amidst the diamond studded black sky.

I followed.

Someone caught my hand mid way. A touch so familiar, felt like my second skin.

And he pulled me towards him.

He pulled me out of the hazy fog and against the winds. The neon blue star started shrinking.

I could feel my second skin getting closer. Like almost on me.

It was You baby.

I saw Your hands tangled with mine.

And as You held me firmly, Your gaze fitted mine.

Were where You baby all this while?

Why did You vanish on that extra mile?

A million questions my mind had, but my lips just quivered. I circled round in your arms and You hugged me tight. Everything went right.

Suddenly you let me go.

The grey in your eyes changed to black. Your outlines faded into the sky. You were there but the sky started falling, increasing the distance between us.

And I smashed my arms into the fog, like swords.

The dark sky caught me and I was lost.

Spiraling downwards. Deprived.

Suddenly the walls sprung back. Not even a hint of the sky. Concrete as they were with all the tables and couches in places.

The neon blue light dissappeared and the voice seemed irritating.

Something cold struck my hands, Oh! my coffee glass.

And as I brought it closer to sip, a strange smell caught me.

What was it? Why was it all over me? Where did it come from?

So familiar, my second skin.