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!
Not all emotions are Love. But yes Love is not made of only a single emotion, it changes each day, comprises different feelings, distinct emotions and it becomes hard to classify love as a singular complex produced as a result of liking someone, or some experience, or something uniquely quantifying as the wholesome one emotion i.e LOVE.
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.
I looked at you and sat on my desk waiting for our lectures to begin, hoping you would talk to me.You defend me and pledge my accountability to yours. I for the first time feel a connection, but I don’t know you. I am finally going on a trip. I was excited, nervous, and intoxicated by the idea of traveling. Only if I knew this traveling trip was the beginning of my beautiful Love story with you.
I see him and his ruffled hair, his shirt is unbuttoned, I look at him salaciously right from his melancholic eyes, to his lips and down to his neck around his collar, unbuttoned shirt, and right down the third button where I can’t see any skin. He is immersed in the taste of my wine looking at the picture hung on the wall.