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..And yet..

Motionless and exhausted, they sat next to each other, watching the dark waves of the ocean sway to the moon’s charm. Of course a lot could have been said; both had been holding back on saying what could have been said for the fear of becoming someone else. Or worse, making the other someone else. Amidst the accustomed cacophony of the vehicles zooming past the swarm of ‘Sunday’ tourists thronging Queen’s necklace, unspoken words only enchanted the calm they had longed. Chin balanced delicately on her knees with her arms wrapped around them, her eyes seemed fixated on the moonlit waves swaying like fluid, gentle desires. He leaned backwards on an arm he stretched behind where she sat, just enough to be more close to her. The wind carried a mild chill in it which made her like him in coming close enough to let his intentions know in keeping her warm. She could have chuckled at the subtle sexual innuendo in her own thoughts, but a slim smile sufficed. A smile so feeble and tender, only he could read to blush secretly thinking it as her way of acknowledging his coming close.

They had had a good evening. No music had played. No flowers were bought. No black ties were seen. No reservation was made to share that chocolate fondue they had almost always had when they met. Instead, they’d licked on the kulfi sticks an urchin passing by had to offer in exchange for a few rupees. Walking close enough to only overwhelm at the thought of being distant like the two ends of a sea, no words were spoken. “It was a mutual, conscious decision…And it had to be taken.” was what they would tell their friends ; so had they thought. Strolling the promenade, their hands did brush against each other at occasions more than once though. And yet, no one clasped the other’s hand in their own like always.

He still remembered that smile on her face when he had clasped her hand the very first time. A smile so feeble and tender, only he could read to blush secretly thinking it as her way of acknowledging his coming close. Close they had had been for years since. Close enough for him to gently move that strand of hair on her face just so as to look at her. And yet…and yet it was a mutual, conscious decision which they had taken. That was that. The skies descended darkness on them and motionless they sat, staring into oblivion. The strand of hair remained unmoved that day.

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  1. Mangesh
    January 23, 2012 at 18:54

    Very good …. Very romantic …. Still has your own style of writing …..
    Bang on ….
    Keep writing … Its fun reading u …. 🙂

  2. January 23, 2012 at 19:05

    Hey Kausy,
    its amazing, i told you long back…. Romantic but still i think, it is meant for someone……..

    SUPERLIKE!!!!!!! 🙂

  3. Abhijit
    January 24, 2012 at 10:24

    Flow of words….simply superb…… Could visualize the story effortlessly……

    Good one Kausy 🙂

  4. Kaustubh
    January 25, 2012 at 15:21

    Hey, really well written. Very matured, very romantic and very poetic. Really brilliant piece of writing. But, where does the material come from? Personal experience?

    • January 30, 2012 at 20:23

      Thanks mate…Its a mix and match thing..There is always a bit of personal experience in each one of my posts.

  5. hitha
    January 25, 2012 at 19:34

    was the repetition of that line…”a smile so feeble and tender…….coming close” on purpose??coz wen i reached dat line again my flow of thoughts were broken as i felt that i hav read those lines before n rechecked..baaki amazin writing!!!!i loved it!simply great!

    • January 30, 2012 at 20:21

      yes it was on purpose..btw, you do know who the credit goes to for the fondue bit..don’t you?

  6. February 18, 2012 at 17:47

    Read it just now.. amazing.. brilliant.. now thats one good observation of her smile I must say ;-)) expecting follow ups!

  7. Sukhada
    March 1, 2013 at 14:59

    Romantic… 🙂

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