They called each other chipkoo, despite the distance, difference, difficulties etc etc.
They fell in love without knowing a single thing about each other...his words were magnetic enough to draw them closer and closer..so close that now they speak together , think alike and sometimes end up doing things unknowingly together. They are imperfect in all possible ways but these imperfections become attractive because they makethem their strength.
Conversations were lyrics and laughter their music and intense yearnings made their compositions so beautiful that they could never go stale.
When they met...they became chipkoos in true sense...the walked hand in hand...stealing a kiss here...grabbing a hug there....so immersed that the world ceased to exist for them.
They would sing songs ...recite poems....talk about poets and listen to music ...each inculcating the other silently into his own world.
She would keep listening to him and his words in admiration and immense pride in her heart...he was after all her love...it made her a beautiful woman. So she tried in her own way to be worthy of him.
He on the other hand thought her to be his wealth ....he called her so too...he had a very special way of making her feel loved .
This is how they went on loving each other. .
So how do I now end my tale? Do I give them a happily ever after end or do I give them a tragic end? Im not sure...my pair of chipkoos are different. ..because no matter how or what the end may be...they will remain chipkoos forever.
