It was gonna strike 5.32pm and i looked with excitement at the huge london clock tower. The sky was gloomy and overcast. Dark clouds threatened to burst at any time. But it never dampened my spirit and i counted each second as it passed by with agonising speed.
My concentration was divided between the clock and the streets as it scanned by for the one person who knew the importance of the moment the time held.
5:30pm and 40 seconds had gone by. Anxiety and joy bubbling, waiting to come out. Still no sight of the person who my heart wanted to see and yearned for.
5.31pm 30 seconds…. eyes frantic , willing for a miracle. A single droplet of water falls on the street. Heaven and fate willed it to repeat the same events which had taken on that day at the same time.
As the clock ran as fast as a jet towards the special moment , my eyes were feasted with HIS figure running like a crazed person , face full of tension and hand holding umbrella, briefcase and a single rose flower.
I smiled knowing his usual habit of being punctual wherever he went. After all living with him for past 30 years had changed nothing except his looks and maybe a tiny bit of his punctuality.
As he kneeled before me , rose out stretched and fully out of breath , the clock struck 5.32pm and he could barely gasp out the words, ” I love you, will you marry me?.”
“Yes”, i replies bending to help him to his feet and took the rose from his hand and put my other hand inside his arm.
As we walked towards home with the same old umbrella opened over our heads we reminiscenced the day we had committed to each other and basked in each others love and warmth on a cold rainy evening.