The wind was
blowing the hairs away from her face. She was two steps behind and the hand
that was holding mine was guiding the way ahead. The skin was warm and the grip
strong. Though very few words were being exchanged, the silence did not prove
to be uncomfortable. The feeling of bliss was silently flowing between them.
The wind was indeed doing the tricks. She pulled him back asking to walk by her
side, pulling him closer holding his hand. They continued to walk in silence
with occasional sound of the vehicles passing by. The destination was not very
far but neither of the two was in the hurry to reach. They knew they would have
to part till they do not find another opportunity, another escapade to be with
each other. Yes, it was their little secret.
He pulled her
close and wrapped his arm around her neck and hid his face in her hairs. The
warmth of his skin felt nice on her skin. She closed her eyes and felt his
breath. They were still walking looking for some solace is some corner where the
world is not watching and they can become lost in each other. But tonight did
not seem to favour them. The need to be in each other’s arms, though only for
few minutes, did not seem to turn into reality. They knew they have to part
soon yet they kept walking, hoping against all hopes.
What were the
thoughts dancing in their head? What was he thinking when he was holding her
hand in his strong grip and took the hand and placed his lips on it. He placed
a kiss on her hand expressing how dear she is to him and how much it meant to
him. She was taken aback for a moment. Yet she sensed the emotions in him and
smiled back and took his hand in hers and made him feel that she is there,
right by his side, always and forever.
The time seemed
to fly and the darkness continued to deepen. She did not want to go nor did he
want to leave her at that crossroad. She looked at him for that one last look
into his eyes before he bade goodbye for the night and she felt the emotions
gushing to her cheeks and a sadness creeping in her heart. Yet she did not know
what to “name” these emotions and wonders if he feels the same. But then as she
says goodbye and place a kiss on his soft cheek and he let her go from his
embrace, a thought dances in her head. Is it required to “name” everything and
put the “feeling” in the cage of this named entity? She smiled at herself as
she climbed the stairs of her building realising that the feeling she has been
experiencing is beyond the definitions of the existing words.
Pure bliss has
no boundaries. No definitions. It is just the person who creates it.
Yes, it is pure
bliss. She continues to think about him,
smiling occasionally when some memory hits again. It is him who is making her
world go round and embracing her world to make it their world. The wind is
strong now. Pushing the curtains on the window and hitting her face. The soft
music playing in the background and his touches lingering on the skin, has she
been so happy before? She does not care to answer. All that matters is the
broad smile on her face knowing that he is happy too.
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