this is totally imaginary! just to repeat totally imaginary.
and it may sound narcissist! may!
So here goes!
She wanted to kiss me.
Her eyes fought with mine. I tried hard to stop them from drifting. She lost. Her eyes betrayed her.
Fighting with my eyes, her eyes drifted slowly, shakily towards my lips. She pulled them away. Tied them up and threw them out. Reluctantly.
The breeze touching both of us was a little cold and very harsh. The tension between the bodies was so high that any formula would have burst by the numbers. The hands were so near that they seemed very far. Neither was moving. It was too dangerous. Her eyes broke free from the fence…came running towards my lips and hit them so hard that I felt them twitch. She lost. Yet again. Her hair tried to object the eyes. Failed.
The hands moved a fraction of a centimeter closer. Both of us regretted. This time it was my turn to lose. My eyes weren’t listening to me. They wanted to kiss hers. The moonlight, falling on her face…on her body….was luckier. The breeze touching her… feeling her…absorbing the warmth of her body was luckier. It even got an identity of her smell.
I got jealous of the breeze, the moonlight, the dress. I so wanted to be any one of them.
Her eyes were making love to my lips…moving up and down…slowly…steadily…nervously. The moment was like a dream.
Then the rickshaw stopped at a traffic signal. The breeze stopped and the moonlight was also blocked by the huge truck. Now I was just jealous of her dress, also angry that it concealed her body, and made no mistake at that.
Her eyes moved again from my lips to my eyes. From the mist in her eyes I knew what she was thinking. She wanted to kiss me.
The signal changed and the rik began to move…first slowly and when it hit the flyover, at a nice speed. The moonlight and the breeze, both were back. Her one hand was still very close to mine. She tucked her hair behind her ear with the other hand. It freed itself again…she tucked it back again. Eyes still glued to mine. The hands moved another fraction of a centimeter closer. This time I felt the warmth of her fingers. I could also feel the smell of the skin of her little finger.
She wasn’t smiling. She was serious. She wanted to kiss me.
Her hair used the breeze again and broke free. The way her hair was touching the skin on her neck, seduced me. This time she didn’t move it. Her eyes never left mine. The mist in it had vanished. It was replaced by urgency. She couldn’t control her eyes now.
That’s when the auto stopped. She got down and left without even looking back. She knew she would have never looked away if she looked back.
We never look each other in the eye anymore.
