The Park Bench

Romance is not my forte! And sensing the gloom and sorrow that my posts are usually riddled with, Srijan, a blogger friend, and perhaps the most romantic blogger here, challenged me with a happy romantic post, setting the stage and words I must use. I relented and having had my grey cells tickled, here I am with a post, praying that I have done justice to Srijan’s anticipation and using all but one word! I couldn’t bring myself to use it. Apologies Srijan and thank you for pushing me off my usual stance.Β 

Caroline sat at the green weather-beaten bench, the only one in the little park atop a small hill, below the mighty rugged mountains, that overlooked her little town. Breathing in the crisp autumn air, she let her eyes wander over the town; cherry blossom trees that had begun blooming across the town and were a stark pink against the green conifers; cottages, their roofs red and pale green glistening in the afternoon sun, were aligned in perfect rectangles; and there rose the church steeple, the same one where Albert and Caroline had taken their vows five and thirty years ago this very day. She smiled at the little ceremony that was, the nervous smile with which Albert had greeted her at the altar, his head angled, his frizzy hair patted down, the single yellow rose tucked in her braid, and the happy peal of bells! Thirty-five years of being together.

It was in the town library that they had first met, one balmy Saturday, where Caroline would volunteer, her maddening love for books, the smell of yellowing pages drawing her to the library. With an awkward smile, pushing theΒ glasses that kept sliding down his nose, Albert had approached her, the name of book scribbled on a little piece of paper. It was one of her favourites she had exclaimed and quickly handed him the book, pressing a smile. He was at the library every Saturday, with a scribbled note, frizzy hair, sharing the silent amusement upon a book they both loved, quiet nods, mischievous smiles and one rainy afternoon, his scribble read, ‘A walk, perhaps a cup of tea?’

Caroline was ecstatic! Walking in the light drizzle, the sky a shade of violet and grey, petrichor from the erstwhile dry streets, in harmonious silence, surreptitiously smiling, their hands often brushing sending shivers through Caroline’s body, did they reach the quiet park, onward the green bench, towards blossoming love.

The little park seemed an extension of their little world, one they had lovingly created in the mighty world. It was upon this bench that Albert had braved himself to hold Caroline’s hand many seasons ago, for the first time; it was here aquiver with unparalleled joy, that she had tasted the drops of perspiration upon his lips, their very first kiss; it was here, one melodious night, when armed with a flask of tea and cinnamon rolls to witness the dance of meteors, did they huddle together, hand to hand, arm to arm, feet to feet, and under the sparkle of the night sky made love. Coy, nervous, Caroline had caressed his nape, goose pimples mushrooming where her hands strayed; Albert’s eyes sparkled with mischief and joy as he had loosened her braid, showering her with kisses, drenched in love. Giddy by the scent of her body, lemony, he had kissed her all over, innocently passionate, the hollow of her shoulder, the curves of her body, the softness of her bosom. Heaving hearts beat in unison and warm bodies found solace in each others comfort; fingers entwined, eyes gleaming, happy tears, they had became one with the starry night, with flashes of meteor lighting up the sky.

And it was at this very bench, nervous and shy, did Albert hand Caroline a scribble; opening, she cried at the sparkle of a ring, and words which ran thus, ‘Will you be my wife?’. She had gestured yes for no was never an option. ‘I have loved you more than anything and even when my heart stops beating, I will cross heaven and hell to have it beat for you.’, he had gestured. Holding his hands, nodding her head, smiling and crying, she had hugged him, the promise of a lifetime.

Caroline’s parents and friends, neighbours alike, weren’t particularly pleased with her decision. Oh love will run out when silence takes over, they had all said, admonishing her decision, nodding in shocked disagreement. ‘Do I need to talk endlessly to love endlessly? Our hearts converse, they talk to each other, our eyes understand, comprehend the twinkle, the sorrow in each other and that shall suffice for me!’, she argued, resolute. And here she was four decades later, blossoming in love each day, with Albert, cloaked in his ineffable charm, strengthening her faith, accentuating her love. While she ruminated at the happy thirty-five years, Albert, yet mischievous, his frizzy hair now quite grey, crept in slowly behind her to tuck a yellow rose on her braid and handed Caroline a scribble. ‘Here’s to us, Carol. Here’s to our love.’ Smiling, she leaned upon his chest, her home, and knotted her fingers in his.

And there they nestled as a caressing breeze whistled over them, church bells from the town chimed a faint echo, orange clouds blushed a shade of pink, and stars, hurriedly, appeared to witness the innocent love on the park bench.

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  1. Am I dreaming? Is this for real? Is this Parikhit’s blog that I landed upon or somebody else’s? Haha. It felt great to see you writing about something so cheerful. Even though I’m not much of a romantic person myself, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. 🎈

    Also I couldn’t help but notice that people often confuse with your gender. You must be having awful amount of mishaps like these.

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    1. πŸ˜€ I know! I am surprised myself that I can dish out something cheerful. I should thank Srijan for pushing me to do this πŸ™‚ Romance really isn’t my forte πŸ˜€

      Oh yes I get confused for being a girl! I wonder if it is my name (I doubt), or my writing. I don’t mind it though. May be I should put up a picture of the quintessential man to avoid any confusion πŸ˜€

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      1. You did extremely well for a genre you don’t write usually in.

        It’s probably because of your name. I can never guess the gender of the author by reading their works. So probably people first see Pari and assume that it’s a female.

        I really think it’s about time you do that to avoid any further confusion 😊

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  2. I have nominated you for a silly Sunshine blogger award.

    Please go check my latest post for the info. How much do you rate me on a scale of 1 to 10? I have asked this question there but I want the answer now. Be truthful.

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  3. Firstly many thanks to Srijan for enticing you out of your perpetual doldrums!
    you have talent and need to be writing to inspire others not depress them …. you totally transported all of us with this … look at the comments as you resonate with so many … please keep using your gift/talent but please be keep moving forward in this more positive manner πŸ™‚

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    1. Lol! I don’t intend to depress πŸ˜€ May be it takes a mysterious turn towards depressing others! πŸ˜‰ Yes I am trying to and making an effort towards positive changes πŸ™‚ Thanks so much Kate.

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  4. There is indeed something very real..touching and gripping in your writings..this one no exception to your creative credentials…and u r a powerful writer for you take the readers to the world of your makingπŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»

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    1. Thank you so much Marie! 😊 I wasn’t sure if I’d do justice to a love story, initially. πŸ™‚ Publication, I certainly would love to one day, eventually. Thank you for the encouragement and faith 😊

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      1. Only some blogs make an impact with their quality of writing and I find that in abundance in your writing style. I’m not an expert by any means but I’d encourage you to find more ways to share your talent. Enjoy the journey!

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  5. Reblogged this on and commented:
    show this lovely and oh the sweetest lady, some love. for oh she writes beautiful. she wrote the romance that she well, kept hidden in herself, for oh a time so long, but now, we all know as to how romantic she is. please read her, let her know, as to how beautiful is her work and encourage her to do the same. no matter, how hard is a situation that one might be going through, there’s nothing, that romance can’t win over. romance is a way of life and oh is the most beautiful emotion. embrace it, love it, practice it.

    with love

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  6. ahan! this is really romantic indeed. i loved it. although, in the beginning of the thing, i had to look for it, because well, you were busy describing, the surroundings. in all, this is a really lovely thing, that you wrote. a few metaphors and phrases, oh made me feel so much, love. i really liked it.
    and hey, you dont have to link my stuff. i did, what anyone, would do, if he were in my place. so, you can remove the hyperlink or the first para, for that matter. it’s absolutely fine. as long as you, smiled even a bit, i’ll be happy. and i’m just an amateur. you’re the special one, beautiful.
    and well, i do know the word, that well, you skipped. if i were you, i’d add it in like the 4th para.
    i hope you liked writing this. you’re a really lovely and romantic lady. if i see you sad, anytime soon and not writing romance, it won’t be good for you. for i’ll write something so wildly romantic, for you, you’d end up blushing, all night, so, smile okay?
    i knew, you had it in yourself. now, please continue on this path. romance is the most loveliest thing, and oh is just so beautiful. i’m sure, you might have felt it, while writing. and oh it will bring you to life and help you grow in so many ways. i wish you the best, beautiful.

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    1. Thanks a ton Srijan. Honestly I was quite nervous as to how you’d think of it and I exceedingly glad that you liked it and that I have your blessings πŸ™‚

      And it’s imperative that I link you, for you have given me the inspiration to venture into something that I don’t write. πŸ™‚ Thank you again.

      And yes, I thoroughly liked it and smiled away when I was penning this. Yes, romance and love are the most beautiful things ever.

      By the bye, this may shock you but I’m not a lady! You have my gender wrong and, well, you aren’t the first one. 😁


      1. It was really good! And hey, even i’m an amateur!
        And hey, i’m sorry haha. I was really confused. now i’m not.
        and about the writing you, something wildly romantic. well, you can forget that, haha. :p

        wishing you the best. keep smiling.

        with love

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