We start talking, and he takes me to the dance floor, we dance and I look at him seductively. We make our way out of the pub and I sit behind him kissing him on the ear keeping my hands on his chest wearing bikers jacket clinging to him. His Royal Enfield rushing at the extreme.

I take a deep breath and a smoke cloud forms as I breathe and sip my hot chocolate whose aroma smells creamy and delectable. You are looking at me and I can see you looking at me, even though I am not looking at you, and I shiver.

I decline the salacious offer and you stuff your face in the pillow and again your face rises a little, watching me with your side eyes pretending to look out the window. I see your eyes looking at my army cargo shorts and I know you are hungry!

I keep looking at her until she smiles and her teeth show. I can see her laughing and she drops her hands and touches her feet, her hair touching the ground and she lifts herself in the air, with a beautifully arched back, and swirls breathing the clear night air. I am amazed.

There was just something I loved about the train journeys. The train vibes, the casual looking out the window and being lost in your own world. Having time to stand and stare, to think about life, about emotions, to reflect about the years gone by, moments worth reliving again!

We don’t speak for a few moments and I see his eyes, his dark eyes, his eyes full of light and full of love, eyes that never loved anyone.

We spend a few moments together and the next I know, all of the gang goes crazy dancing around the bonfire. There was music, laughter, joviality, notoriousness, food, and love in the air! February is indeed the most lovable and amusing month of the year.

It was dusk, sun hues spread across the top, a very cool breeze fluttering my hair in the wind, I looked across the sky and the orange hues mixed with the evening sky just glowed in the embrace of the horizon to create a warm stretched canvas with the air so chilly to send shivers down the spine. I closed my eyes and felt the breeze on my face and the colors started getting dark and I can see orange hues turning brown-black and mixing into the zenith for falling night to await the shadowy clear sky full of stars

Kempegowda International Airport, Bengaluru.
I got off the flight and I came out of the airport. I find you waiting for me. Its a bright hot sunny day and it’s my birthday in a few days. I couldn’t have been happier than coming all the way from Delhi to meet you and finally hold you in my arms. I have loved you from the deepest parts of my heart. This long-distance relationship sucked a high time and here we were finally meeting after a very long to embrace a few good days of love.

I see your curly hair, your fair-skinned glowed in that dusky evening, you are wearing a black t-shirt and I see your strong arms, well built. I see a big tattoo carved beautifully on your forearm. I am awestruck and this is the first time I see you. You are so beautiful, so lost in your own essence, so pure and so cool, comfortable in your own way, you are wearing your hiking pants and trekking shoes, carrying your traveler bag and you radiate the unpretentious traveler vibes, someone who is in love with traveling, one that is immeasurable.