across that space

They watched as the colourful night got brighter...

People in dazzling outfits thronged to join in the celebrations of the soon to be wed couple...

It was a custom... a tradition... to dance to the rhythms of their motherland and the revelry was unabashed... dance for as long as your feet still could sway with the vigour that only youth knew..

The new age has added its own to the rituals... slow enchanting music... with them dancing even slower... slow dance they aptly called it..

And just right there, while all the love was on display... there was the love unknown to the rest... it was jus theirs to be... no one knew of its existence... though some spoke of it in hushed tones.. No one could prove its existence...

When they exchanged glances across that space, they wished they could be as unabashed as the crowd... throw away the veil of unonymity and hold on to each other... and sway to the slowness of the music...

Suddenly, the notes of the music took a familiar path... one that they both knew rather well... one that they took themselves ever so often... one they knew they would always dance to..

The path of holding their love behind the thick curtains of denial always meant that when they wanted to, they couldn’t...

The notes got clearer and the music sweeter... those who did have the society's approval of holding on to the partner of their choice joined the betrothed couple and hoped to be part of the attention...

They tried locating each other across that space... but there were far too many people getting in their way...

Their eyes met... and all they could hear was the song that brought love into their lives... no more did the people matter... no more was there any need of secrecy... their eyes spoke loud... and their love arrived unheralded into the night... and across that space they danced... arm in arm.. hand in hand...