A 16-year old, looking for some care after being left alone and away from her beloved, trying to fill her void, meets M. M, on the other hand, lives in her own world, doesn't really care for any affection or love. Wants only to be fed, loved, not really sure. But as a 16-year old turns out to be, fresh out of college, rekindling her days of romance, she has found a new love, a new longing, a new crush, which she wants to nurture - the love for M!
The first day - it took some time, some food and a playful bait to get M closer to the one who was deeply in love with M, like a hopeless romantic. Some connection started brewing between M and her lover, over one playful night and tasty food dining. This led to M gradually inclining towards her lover, after all she also started enjoying the attention she was getting. She rang the bell she had on her to tease her lover and get her drawn towards her. The lover eventually got addicted to that sound. The lover wanted more of it and beckoned M so as to be enchanted by M's walking towards her, while ringing the bell.
M started to reciprocate, started showing some interest in her lover. All night, she kept her lover up, woke her up multiple times to play with her. But there was a time the lover was dead tired and dozed off in a great slumber, which made her fail to notice M's hideout in her own home. The next morning unaware of M's hideout, the lover resorts to panic mode, the feeling of losing someone, you had just started falling for, was terrible. But 3 hours later, the reunion happened. And what an iconic reunion it was, the lover was jumping out of joy, wanted to hug everyone around her out of sheer joy of being reunited with her new found love, new found commitment. M on the other hand was nonchalantly sleeping peacefully in her hideout, trying not to be swayed by the childish happiness of the 16-year old.
The teenage lover, as hopeless a lover she was, now wanted more and more time with M. She stopped her Badminton sessions, tried to rush back home early from her daily schedule, deprioritised meeting friends. And all of it to get home, to build her love for M and get M to reciprocate and fill the void of the teenage lover.
Midnight dates with M happened, the bell's sound blended with the playful sounds of happiness between the two. There were tiring nights, yet no tire; sleepless ones, yet no signs of loathe. M's love was in return, what else did the lover want?
Weekends came, friends came, visited M. M got comfortable socialising, but evident it was, that she wanted only her lover around to open up the most. Hence, the lover tried to limit her socialising, and effortlessly it happened, for an otherwise active social animal. There were nights that the lover couldn't make home early, leading M to signs of gloom, and the lover to being teary eyed and regretful on the rendezvous.
M by her side, soulful music to the ears and no Netflix to distract, that suddenly seemed to be the perfect weekend. M started showing more and more fondness, laid beside her, asked for more love. Kisses and warmth were beginning to be shared. Mornings also became eventful, with bird-watching happening in the balcony in togetherness. M wanted to be held, to be carried and shown the outside world. It became evident, M and the lover had found each other.
Such was the love of a 30-year old who turned into a 16-year old for the love of a cat, who had only purrs, slow rubbing against the body, lot of fur and kneading to give back. And at times if the lover got lucky, M drew her paws around her lover's face and kissed back in reciprocation. And the icing on the cake was, the lover's lover - had come to visit both of them and in no time M and the lover's lover bonded, which was a scenario not so usual in other humane cases.
All of these was enough, enough to live with memories to long for. But just like all other love stories, this also had an ending, M had to leave her lover, but with so many memories, of nights, of weekends, of days when nothing else mattered but M, of having the whole world drawn around M, of having all the exclusivity reserved for M. And the best part, all of it was naturally carving out of the 16(30) year old's style of living. This is what I call effortless and soulful love - a grown up's teenage love for the cat with a bell. Oh, what a beautiful love story!
The first day - it took some time, some food and a playful bait to get M closer to the one who was deeply in love with M, like a hopeless romantic. Some connection started brewing between M and her lover, over one playful night and tasty food dining. This led to M gradually inclining towards her lover, after all she also started enjoying the attention she was getting. She rang the bell she had on her to tease her lover and get her drawn towards her. The lover eventually got addicted to that sound. The lover wanted more of it and beckoned M so as to be enchanted by M's walking towards her, while ringing the bell.
M started to reciprocate, started showing some interest in her lover. All night, she kept her lover up, woke her up multiple times to play with her. But there was a time the lover was dead tired and dozed off in a great slumber, which made her fail to notice M's hideout in her own home. The next morning unaware of M's hideout, the lover resorts to panic mode, the feeling of losing someone, you had just started falling for, was terrible. But 3 hours later, the reunion happened. And what an iconic reunion it was, the lover was jumping out of joy, wanted to hug everyone around her out of sheer joy of being reunited with her new found love, new found commitment. M on the other hand was nonchalantly sleeping peacefully in her hideout, trying not to be swayed by the childish happiness of the 16-year old.
The teenage lover, as hopeless a lover she was, now wanted more and more time with M. She stopped her Badminton sessions, tried to rush back home early from her daily schedule, deprioritised meeting friends. And all of it to get home, to build her love for M and get M to reciprocate and fill the void of the teenage lover.
Midnight dates with M happened, the bell's sound blended with the playful sounds of happiness between the two. There were tiring nights, yet no tire; sleepless ones, yet no signs of loathe. M's love was in return, what else did the lover want?
Weekends came, friends came, visited M. M got comfortable socialising, but evident it was, that she wanted only her lover around to open up the most. Hence, the lover tried to limit her socialising, and effortlessly it happened, for an otherwise active social animal. There were nights that the lover couldn't make home early, leading M to signs of gloom, and the lover to being teary eyed and regretful on the rendezvous.
M by her side, soulful music to the ears and no Netflix to distract, that suddenly seemed to be the perfect weekend. M started showing more and more fondness, laid beside her, asked for more love. Kisses and warmth were beginning to be shared. Mornings also became eventful, with bird-watching happening in the balcony in togetherness. M wanted to be held, to be carried and shown the outside world. It became evident, M and the lover had found each other.
Such was the love of a 30-year old who turned into a 16-year old for the love of a cat, who had only purrs, slow rubbing against the body, lot of fur and kneading to give back. And at times if the lover got lucky, M drew her paws around her lover's face and kissed back in reciprocation. And the icing on the cake was, the lover's lover - had come to visit both of them and in no time M and the lover's lover bonded, which was a scenario not so usual in other humane cases.
All of these was enough, enough to live with memories to long for. But just like all other love stories, this also had an ending, M had to leave her lover, but with so many memories, of nights, of weekends, of days when nothing else mattered but M, of having the whole world drawn around M, of having all the exclusivity reserved for M. And the best part, all of it was naturally carving out of the 16(30) year old's style of living. This is what I call effortless and soulful love - a grown up's teenage love for the cat with a bell. Oh, what a beautiful love story!
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