The Scottish Laisse. Some fifty cattle running in the…
Tags: Scotland, Lovestory, Writing, Love, Storytelling

Some fifty cattle running in the meadows down the green hills that showcase the utter beauty of this land-Scotland. The home to many residents famously addressed as highlander.

A laborious section of people who hold patriotism in their hearts and strength in their bodies. Walking, working, dancing, chanting in groups. You can find women singing altogether surrounding the well to quench water. Men sitting on the bench and teaching the young lads how to fight.

Down the green hill, where there were so many small huts. Women in long skirts, the ones you would find resemblance with the French culture. The traditional ball gown dress, preciously weaved into a rather simple structure black and white. Among all the poor men and women living there, with their notorious and cute kids found peace every night in their homeland.

Cool breeze actually made it possible to blow those hair over her face. White as milky with the pinch of redness drawing spirals on her cheeks. She started walking or say dancing above the hills. Every day searched for that special place. Where stood a giant tree unfolding its secrets with her and she showed her fondness very well. Murmuring her favorite song and calling the cattle to feed. There was a different world around her, with elegance and simplicity she caught the attention. That damn smile! The tree couldn’t resist it neither does the man behind it.

The man who always looked out for her. Whenever she would come to feed the cattle and just gaze upon the beauty of nature, he rested his eyes on her. Completely embracing the moment and carrying wonderful scenes within his mind which gave him peace in odd times. Unknowingly, she was his inspiration. The power and motive for living this life. She sparkled with her presence the atmosphere. The stars shinned for him even in the daylight!

Every evening, on returning to home before dark she, herself would look out for him. Yes it was both ways. Never ever expressed their feelings, the tickling in the stomach, the butterflies taking the flight inside. They just feared because the moment they are present in front of one another seemed eternal.

Sometimes you fear in love. Do not wish to move forward as it is sacred for you to feel that way and not ruin the feel. He came out of woods and a little smile on her face always blushed him. She danced in walking so as to impress him with her genuine moves. You try to impress the one with boldness, strength, cute, sweet, caring gestures.

He followed her but never walked besides her until one day. They never waved at each other or said goodbye or even a hello! It was always a signal of smile. That damn smile! For which he could follow her for eternity.

A fairy-tale it may seem, but the very next day she sang with the women local chores while washing clothes. She seemed soothing as usual winning over hearts with the innocence. As soon as she reached that giant tree spot, the first time in her long memorable history it was different. She searched here and there to find his sight but just could not. There were no cattle that day in the meadows. So sitting down on the grass, there came a dog who tried to pamper her with his sportive spirit. She was in no mood to rejoice that moment. But the dog tried extremely hard to grab her attention.

She stood up and giggled while playing with the dog. Like every other day, dancing in walking reached her small hut. Suddenly turned back to just get one glimpse of him. When about to close the broken doors of her hut, she noticed someone running with full pace. He panted and nervously looked at her. The very first time when she was angry at him. He knew the feeling, because he was literally feeling mountains burning inside him.

They watched over one another for sometime. Nobody knew how to react or express that emptiness they faced throughout the day. He was about to sit on the ground, only then with the wave of her hand she welcomed him.

Definitely both of them terrified with the new series of event but wanting some more and more. He wished to see her beautiful face closely. Slowly moving towards her hut, she stepped back. With little fear in their hearts, the wind started whooshing and he came inside the hut.

Melodious tunes playing in their minds, they couldn’t steal sight of one another. For the first time, so close that he could notice those spirals on her cheeks, she can closely notice the lines on his forehead.

With not knowing what to do further, she asked him to sit and offered tea. A man who craved to see her at least once in his life, waiting from so many days was now finally there. The feel of awestruck made him shiver. She prepared the tea for him. With joy, he accepted it and holding the cup just touched her tiny and soft like feather fingers.

Stealing the sight, both of them watched over the roof. He rolled his eyes across the hut, which she beautifully with little things available had decorated.

The first meeting about to end for a highlander to move back to his house before dark. As soon as he moved his hand to keep the cup down instead picked it up. Their language was always the signals. With no exchange of words he asked to leave.

Burning desire to look more into each other’s eyes would never end. Because it is the love that never lets the spark blow out. Nervously looking at him, she smiled and he couldn’t understand the reason behind it. As it was the only cup she had for herself.

But it is love and the first meeting is so surprising, you take a lot of time to process yours as well as the other’s actions and expressions. He left and she slept with thousands of dreams and full of anxiety watching the roof once again.

To be continued…