the bench

What happens to that place when lovers leave? 

A butterfly effect in the stomach makes a way for lovers to look for a bench in the town's park. They sit, talk, giggle and blush. Anyone looking at them from a distance can smell the 

aroma of beginning, too fragile yet too strong. There's no meanness, there're no judgements. There's just curiousity, there's just admiration. 

The best thing is the expectation that you will accept each other, not knowing the further consequences. Love is blind but that bench isn't. Lovers are diving in each other's eyes but bench stays strong. That park bench knows how the vision about this place would be changed. Everybody talks about the strength love carries but what about that place who has seen the love many times in its life. How strong it is. It even stays strong when lovers leave. The bench must have talked to the earth about the depth of hot magma flowing in their hearts ; it must have looked down upon flowers because fragrance of that love was stronger ; it must have attracted branches of trees down to salute the meeting it has experienced; it must have urged to the soil to not change the imprints of their feet which were far in the first hour, got crossed in the second hour and took a step closer to each other in the third hour; it must have thanked the birds who chirped when lovers felt less of words but were communicating in their heads "what should i initiate? "

That park bench had a lot to do when lovers left. Lovers were just laying down on their beds, looking at their hands and thinking what's special in my hand so s/he chose to hold it, blushing by embedding their cheeks into pillow and so on. But the bench doesn't stop here. It stays strong, it sets the place for next meeting. That bench waits for the whole night, it doesn't sleep anyway, it talks to the moon in the way he shows his shades turning  dark skies to brightened ones, it talks to itself in the most romantic language ever created to preserve colours of two lovers. 

The bench is the proof love is too beyond and beckoned than we think. These places which stay even after the love takes a leap or fades out just to write stories and keeping them for further generations. The beginning of love is never hard, because places support lovers and the continuity of love becomes a little harder 

because lovers still choose the same place to preserve the charm of their love. 

This is how the places live long even if love stories are erased and lovers are parted. 

- chetna 🌻