Twin Souls-Message in a Bottle

Twin Souls-Message in a Bottle

Rupali, or Ru, lived in a bustling city, a concrete jungle with everyone in the reckless rat race. She was a widow and the mother of a teenage girl. The silver lining was that it was a coastal city. She found peace walking on the beach. The ebbing tide created its symphony as she walked on the beach alone. The calmness in her mind matched the gentle crawl of the waves. Her quaint cottage was just a few hundred meters away, and she loved collecting shells. Ru was a genuine shell collector and didn’t just aimlessly stroll on the beach. Her mom told her shells have aura and energy fields and strengthen long-distance relationships. Her mornings started with yoga on the beach, followed by a walk with collecting shells and in the afternoon, working on the book she was trying to write.

A true-blue romantic since she was a little girl,she always felt she would find love again. Ru had thrown her desire out into the universe for her true love. It was dusk one day when Ru gazed at the slothful sea bathing the beach, bathed in sunset-gold. The golden sand was enjoying its solitude as no sun-tanned bodies were lying on it. It was just the beach, the sea, and Ru singing in tandem, with the seagulls gliding down gently.

Ru looked down and saw a tiny crab scuttle away. She was trying to chase the crab when something gleaming caught her eye. The setting sun and its silver light were bouncing off something that looked like glass. She sprinted towards it, expecting a rare shell to add to her exotic hoard. Ru did not take her eyes off it as It drifted into the water. Unaware that she was waist-deep in water, she stretched her hand towards the object, oblivious of the rising wave that swept her back onto the beach.

Unmindful that she was soaking wet, she looked for it, but the sun had set, so it wasn’t visible. Dejected about losing track of the glass, she walked back, shoulder drooped in disappointment. As she walked on, she stumbled over an object. Ru looked down and was delighted to see the glass she was rummaging. When she stooped down to pick it up, she noticed it was a bottle with a piece of paper inside it and not glass.

It was her childhood fantasy to find a message in a bottle. She swiftly nipped it before the rising wave could engulf it again. It thrilled her to bits, and she couldn’t contain her eagerness to open it. She ran back to her cottage to open it carefully. Whilst she set it on the table, she saw that the bottle appeared greenish-yellow with the weeds in the sea. It must have been a used bottle of whisky with a reddish-brown cork to cap it. The cork didn’t open with her fingers, so she got the corkscrew from the kitchen and popped it open.

Ru gently removed the paper, unrolled it and laid it on the table. Her fingers were quivering with curiosity and excitement.

The note said-

My twin soul, my eternal mate

I am heartbroken without you

I cannot imagine life without you

My darling, show me how to live again

You hold the key to my heart

Trust me, this is true love

We are meant to be together

Now & forevermore

If you read this message

Call me on 8969594939.

Finally, the universe responded to her earnest and persistent prayers for her dream love. After two days of hesitation and elation, Ru finally mustered up her courage, picked up the phone, and dialled the number. A deep, husky voice answered it on the seventh ring with a “hello”. Ru replied and told him about the bottle. Naim lived along the coast, 500 miles away from Ru’s town. He told her he had lost his wife, whom he loved dearly, and wrote the message to reach out to her.

This one call led to more, and it was as if two star-crossed lovers had found each other. Both lost a loved one and felt that they had lost everything. But, in time, they came to believe that you can find love again and that second love exists. After a month of all-night phone calls, Naim asked if he could meet her, as it was time to carry the love saga forward. Ru bashfully replied, yes.The following Sunday, Naim set out in his black Bolero to meet Ru, whom he started adoring. It was raining as if the rain gods unleashed a storm. Visibility was poor as the downpour was heavy. Ru could barely sleep all night in anticipation of meeting Naim. When he was on the outskirts of the town. Naim called Ru for directions. When he reached her home, she stood at the door in welcome. Their eyes met while their hearts danced in tandem. Ru swept away in a sea of happiness, rushed into his arms, wrapped up in the blessing of a miracle both had thought they would never find again—LOVE

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