I am sitting on a red-white patch work sheet. Its a picnic sheet, the one that mothers take to a picnic. It even has an old stain at the corner, a reminder of more boisterous times. She sits next to me. I close my eyes, I can smell that faint fragrance, her fragrance. I open my eyes, and turn round. Her profile is silhouetted against the sunlight, her deep black hair turns golden in that evening light. The sun rays to sculpt her face out of the darkness. I turn and face ahead. I smile again. I am happy.
The world changes
We are sitting on a table outside the restaurant. She is staring into the space, with that dreamy look in her eyes. I look at her eyes, the eyes that could hold the universe for me. She is thinking about something. Soon she will turn to me and start speaking. And that mellifluous voice will float though the air towards me. She will tell me about something funny that happened with her and then both will laugh. She will laugh that soft beautiful laughter and I will laugh with her. She is turning to me now. She starts to speak. I am happy.
The world changes
She lies in the bed, naked in my embrace. I feel her skin against mine, her soft breast on my chest. I close my eyes and try to stop all the senses except touch. I become aware of her body as it lies on mine. I close my eyes and block all my hearing. Now, I can only feel her body against mine, flesh against flesh, soul against soul. I float into a void,a void where there are two bodies, mine and hers and we are entwined into an eternal embrace. A void where all my senses are lost and my existence is derived from the touch of her skin and her existence is derived from mine. A void where we are together for eternity. I smile. I am happy.
The world changes
She lies in the bed, pale and wan. The fever has sucked most of her energy out and she is very weak. She is sleeping now. I sit next to her staring at that beautiful face. I stretch my hand forward and pass it through her hair. She is a hot. Perhaps I should bring a new cold compress. My hand moves down to her forehead and then to her cheek. She opens her eyes as her head turns sideways. My hand is now embraced in the warmth of her cheek and shoulder. She smiles weakly , I look into those eyes, those beautiful eyes that could hold the universe for me. She keeps on smiling. I am happy
The world stops
Her deep black hair, her silhouette, her eyes. They are all there. I see them there. But they are descriptions -words of form.
She doesn't have a face. She never has a face.
The world changes
We are sitting on a table outside the restaurant. She is staring into the space, with that dreamy look in her eyes. I look at her eyes, the eyes that could hold the universe for me. She is thinking about something. Soon she will turn to me and start speaking. And that mellifluous voice will float though the air towards me. She will tell me about something funny that happened with her and then both will laugh. She will laugh that soft beautiful laughter and I will laugh with her. She is turning to me now. She starts to speak. I am happy.
The world changes
She lies in the bed, naked in my embrace. I feel her skin against mine, her soft breast on my chest. I close my eyes and try to stop all the senses except touch. I become aware of her body as it lies on mine. I close my eyes and block all my hearing. Now, I can only feel her body against mine, flesh against flesh, soul against soul. I float into a void,a void where there are two bodies, mine and hers and we are entwined into an eternal embrace. A void where all my senses are lost and my existence is derived from the touch of her skin and her existence is derived from mine. A void where we are together for eternity. I smile. I am happy.
The world changes
She lies in the bed, pale and wan. The fever has sucked most of her energy out and she is very weak. She is sleeping now. I sit next to her staring at that beautiful face. I stretch my hand forward and pass it through her hair. She is a hot. Perhaps I should bring a new cold compress. My hand moves down to her forehead and then to her cheek. She opens her eyes as her head turns sideways. My hand is now embraced in the warmth of her cheek and shoulder. She smiles weakly , I look into those eyes, those beautiful eyes that could hold the universe for me. She keeps on smiling. I am happy
The world stops
Her deep black hair, her silhouette, her eyes. They are all there. I see them there. But they are descriptions -words of form.
She doesn't have a face. She never has a face.
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