Grey.
It was a grey afternoon,
around four-ish, just perfect monsoon afternoon, with no trace of sun. I hate
monsoons, but anyway, this is how the story begins. So, coming back to the grey
afternoon; they were at their regular place, seated in their regular spot, side
by side. The place looked gloomy and dull, of course the bright green
contrasting well with the browns and the greys.
The pathways were grey, just a bit lighter shade than the sky, the water in the
river was a mix of brown and grey, and the seating was also grey. So basically
it was all grey around them. But somehow for them, they had a tiny bubble
around, a pink one, which was fresh and full of energy. There was something
about them that looked very different from the rest of the people there. They
looked fresh and abundantly in love.
So, as I mentioned before, they were seated next to each other. The way they
were sitting sort of gave a feeling of cose; it was such a warm
sight. Their arms tangled into each others, and legs too. They were so into
each other, it seemed as if they didn't care about anyone or anything around
them. As afternoon started getting closer to evening, the rush of people on the
walkway started increasing. That was when he felt a little unease,
it could be seen. And felt too. He distanced himself a bit from her,
de-tangling his arms and legs from her. He started looking here and there on
either sides wondering why there was such rush in-spite of it being a Monday
evening. It was just a little later that he realized the people whose presence
he was wondering about, and that bothered him a bit, were there for their
evening walks. In today's world where everybody is running, it has become a
necessity for people to at least brisk walk every evening. Looking at the
visitors and wondering about their presence, he was so deeply lost into his own
thoughts, that he almost completely forgot about her. And
when he looked at her on his left, she was staring at him. She looked him
in the eye, so intensely as if trying to find an answer to his sudden
behavioral change. And she did find an answer. She saw the unease in his
eyes. She knew him well enough to read his emotions just by looking into
his hazel, almost cat-like, eyes. Many times she would simply keep
staring at those two wide, clear dots that were his eyes. She loved the
color.
Looking at his unease for
touch in public, she kept her feeling restrained. She kept a distance from him
as she knew he was not used to display of any kind
of affection in public. She knew it would take some time for him to be
free from all of that, and she was willing to give him whatever it needed to
soothe him, comfort him. But like him she too wondered, not really wondered,
but there was a different expression in her eyes, as to what were so may people
doing there on a Monday evening. It was a mix of anger and surprise and wonder;
but it was closer to anger. She clearly looked frustrated. She was
enjoying her time with him, just before all those people
appeared from nowhere and interrupted them. She'd wanted the time to stay
forever, she didn't want it to end. But to her disappointment, there had to be
a pause in their time.
She was waiting for the evening to grow darker, the darkest shade of grey. Because that would bring him back at ease, flushing out all the unease from his system. She eagerly waited for him to touch her, and hold her by her waist, as tight as a child holds on to the swing when he goes round on the merry-go-round. She waited for him to swing her in front of him and then peck on her cheek. She waited for the real him, the one who he was when he would be only with her; caring and passionately in love with her. She was the only one who could bring him to his real self.
Soon, the sky started
changing its color, growing a bit darker with every passing minute, and her
heart started beating faster with each passing second. Gradually, darkness took
in and the evening turned almost into night, with the darkest shade of grey. As
the sky started getting darker, his unease was slipping out of him and he was
getting closer and closer to her. That's when she almost a skipped a beat.
Her heart started pounding so fast it seemed it was going to jump out from her
chest. She felt excited and happy and a bit nervous too. Everything inside her
was racing at an enormous speed, one she had never experienced before. She was
baffled, yet excited for what was to come. And right then, just as she had
expected and imagined, he pulled her right in front of him with a gust of
energy, held her so tight (just as she had wanted him to - a child holding on
to the swing), she felt she would choke, and then left a peck on her lips. That
was something she hadn't imagined or expected he would do. It took her by
surprise. It took her a moment to gather herself, to come back to ground. She
felt like she was already flying somewhere. But the way she felt was weird. Not weird exactly, but it was weird. She didn't know how to
explain the feeling. But with that strange, weird feeling, she also felt
something else. A feeling of strong desire. She liked the way his
lips stroked hers; she loved it actually. And she wanted more of it. She didn't
know how to act or how to ask for more. Her thoughts were vivid, moving to and
fro whether she should make a move or wait for him to make the first move. But
then she thought he had already made his move; and maybe now he wanted her to
make the move. After all the juggling going on in her mind, brushing every
thought away, she finally made a move by pushing her lips against his. And,
closing their eyes, they indulged into something that was out of this world;
and soon both of them slipped back into their bubble, that was
turning from the lightest shade of pink to red to the darkest shade of crimson.
They went into a state of trance in which both of them were
swinging with joy, flowing with what surrounded them.
Once again, her heart won
over her mind and this time she felt ecstatic. She felt content, and complete.
She never thought anyone, or just one touch from anyone for that matter, would
make that sort of impact on her. It felt to her as if the moment never ended,
it felt infinite.
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