Every picture has a story worth telling. A picture is worth a thousand words they say, but in this particular case, it really holds true. Look closely…
It’s strange how some people meet. Even stranger how some people fall in love. But love can take anyone off guard; it doesn’t really need a reason.
Meet Mark. A twenty something, tall, and good looking guy. A gentle charmer, very popular with the ladies. A song writer and singer by profession, not part of a band though, more of a wedding singer. Not his first choice of gigs, but it paid the bills and kept him fed. He’d moved out of his family home when he was sixteen and came to the big city to give his dreams a chance. And he’d not looked back since. He had his share of girlfriends, but never could really get into a serious commitment.
And here’s Sally. She just turned 20 last month, the apple of her billionaire father’s eyes. She had lost her mother when she was 10. Her father held nothing back while trying to raise his two daughters. Sally had an elder sister, Kelly, who was just a year older to her. But being older, Kelly was protective of her baby sister right from the day she was born. Both the girls grew up to be intelligent. Kelly was a wiz at crunching numbers, while Sally had a voracious appetite for reading. There was not a single book in her father’s private library that she hadn’t read. And both of them were fair and attractive, they received their good looks from their mother. Sally had never really fallen in love before, though she’d read about it in a countless books.
The year was 2012. Kelly was engaged to be married to John, her high school sweetheart. Her family was one of the biggest names in the city, and they had planned a big celebration as a precursor to the grand wedding that would take place a week from then. Some said that this was the bash of the century, with the Mayor gracing the occasion along with other celebrities from around the country. The local news channels promised live coverage of the entire event.
Mark was John’s best friend growing up. Naturally, Mark was his first choice as best man. Mark had known Kelly through John; he’d seen them hanging out frequently while they were going out. But he’d never seen her sister. To him, she was just a vague description in casual conversations.
The evening of the gala arrived. Mark looked smart in his black tux. He didn’t need to try hard. He was on the radar of many a woman out there, but he just looked at them and smiled politely. No one remotely interested him. He picked up a glass of wine, took a seat at a quiet table in the back, and watched the proceedings. He let out a quiet yawn, hoping the night would end soon.
A buzz started growing in the back. He got curious, and decided to check it out. He got up and walked towards the gate, looking for the source of commotion. A stretch limo had pulled over just outside the gate. The reporters went into a tizzy, cameras and microphones at the ready. A single front door opened, and out stepped the father of the bride, looking sharper than ever. Next, the chauffeur alighted, and opened the rear door for the two princesses. Both the girls alighted, holding their grace and poise.
Mark stood there, spellbound. Kelly was looking prettier than ever, and even though she was the star of the evening, he couldn’t take his eyes off the angel standing just behind her. She looked just like Kelly, but to him, probably more beautiful. The similarity in their looks could only mean one thing – this was the unknown sister!
The rest of the evening was a blur. All he could think about was her. He’d studied her carefully throughout the evening. He wasn’t feeling comfortable in his own skin, he needed to get closer. Know her better. Break the ice.
He spent a sleepless night. She was everywhere. She wouldn’t let him sleep. She wouldn’t let him stay awake. And she would never leave his thoughts. He was going crazy. Only if there was a way to meet her…
He hung around outside her manor the next day. He had brought his guitar with him, playing some notes gave him peace. There was a buzz today; the girls were to go out shopping. They didn’t want to attract too much attention to themselves, so they slipped out; Kelly driving their maid’s car, Sally in the front seat next to her. Both of them wearing large sunglasses, an attempt to protect their identity.
They reached the marketplace. It was a bustling street, to be expected of a warm Sunday morning in spring. It was a beautiful morning, a great day to be outdoors. They parked the car in an alleyway and started on foot. The place where they were headed made the best wedding cakes in the city, and Pablo, the owner and head chef, had personally vowed to create this masterpiece himself. It was on a narrow street, bounded on both sides by a cobbled foot path, the center making way for tram tracks. One of the most scenic routes for folks using the tram, this route provided a larger-than-life view of the sunset in the evening.
Mark made his way behind them; he had his trusty bicycle to take him places. He parked a few blocks away; he didn’t know what he was going to do. But he had to do something…
He strung his guitar on his shoulders, and pulled out a pick from his pocket. He didn’t get much sleep last night, so he sat up, and pulled out his notebook. He was going to write a few lines for her that ought to grab her attention.
He started strumming the guitar gently, making beautiful music. The ladies turned, and Kelly saw Mark. His gaze was focused, and she understood. She couldn’t help but smile, her baby sister was about to get the surprise of her life!
The words that followed took her heart away
“Fallen angels seldom walk the streets
Not every day do knights come at their feet?
But today’s the day where nothing feels the same
Until yesterday I didn’t know your name
Angel, where have you been all my life
Seeing your face makes me walk in paradise
You are prettier than the summer rose
All I want now is to hold you close
And never let go.
Never let go…”
Tears streamed down her face. He knew he’d touched her heart. She’d never felt this way before. He walked to her, held her close in his sweet embrace. They held each other for a while, making a pretty picture while a tram passed by. It was a start, a start of something special for the days to come.
I was enjoying a cup of coffee at the nearby cafe when I heard the beautiful music. It was through my lens that I captured this precious moment. I read their story in the next day’s local newspaper – but the picture says it all.