Walking down the college lane sundown itself was romance. Entering hostel at the brink of deadline set as time was romance. Being able to attend socials at night in other colleges was romance. Waiting at Patel Chest for University Special bus while surreptitious admiring glances fell your way was romance. A compliment, a lingering look which held a promise was romance. “Our eyes met” – this phrase was truly romantic , it was a heady feeling. None of these would have lead anywhere except in our dreams yet there was romance in the thought of their ever coming to fruition.
There was poetry in the sheer presence of your preferred person. One could actually hear the bells ring at the thought of a phone call or a chance meeting. The chance meetings were usually planned for days in mind itself and in the absence of cell phones were mostly result of patient waiting and helping hands of friends without whom love could rarely bloom in those days.
Lot of courage went in reaching the hand- holding stage which often began as a timid tentative gesture usually emboldened by a compliant hand. Non withdrawal was enough to signal acquiescence. It could be the high moment in the snail progress of romance. Romance lay also in the exquisiteness of the wait . A sense of adventure was experienced in shielding the ongoings from parents.
It may or may not have been love but all the symptoms were there, in those days. It rarely occurred to measure the economic worth of the other person or career prospects. It was never so calculated and cold-blooded and that made it so romantic. The sheer recklessness and folly of it made it ever so sweet. Too many restrictions and the idea of being able to conquer them all was romance.
It was a feeling so pure and elusive that it couldn’t be either worded or expressed. This was romance . It drifted out of hand like smoke. It left impressions and memories so intangible that one was afraid of ruffling and disturbing them lest they disappear altogether This was romance.
Meera