Her eyes pierced me like a wooden
knife. It did not leave me injured but took my breath away in a minute the same
way I had done with her in her teenage years. It scared me, I could not take it
anymore. The early years flashed in front of my curious eyes. It was all past
but something was still waiting to get finished, I thought. I had hurt her every
time she came close to me. I ignored her. The ignorance which killed her in the
past was my failure in the present. I spoke no word of hurt but my silence
infuriated her to a larger extent. Her graceful eyes still searched something.
That something which she expected out of me. The slender and lithe figure made
her look elegant and that touch of beauty did not diminish in this age too. She
kept her eyes transfixed on me. As if she asked me. She questioned me. My
silence. I couldn't meet her gaze and averted my gaze. But truth appeared like
a rock in the sea of betrayal. It did not move but stood as a testimony to my
doings. I collected my thoughts and continued to meet her gaze. The eyes
ambushed me without warning. Emotions pressed together in my mind. I thought I
will apologize for whatever I have done and regain her trust. She might
understand. And let go the past. The hurt. She was holding a stick which
supported her to walk and move. She came forward. Her legs moved. Inch by inch.
It slowed down in front of me. The stick came right in front of my figure when
she was stopped by a very English looking gentleman. She quivered. The smile of
the man comforted me. They moved ahead. As if something was forgotten, the man
walked behind. He stood in front of me and said in a serious tone, “Uncle,
sorry. My mother cannot see. Sorry if you were hurt.” I stood there
dumbfounded. My eyes searched for her attention. The eyes saw me, yet they did
not see me. But even if they did not, they did reveal the truth. She loved me. She is not blind. I am.
How can I live without you? I have my soul stirring for you. My breathe trusts you. The every sip of you I take, I gain my years. One fine day, the heat waves hit me. When the body sweat gave me shiver down my spine and tinkled me, I could just remember you. I smiled, enjoyed and felt you. When there is heavy pours and when I drench in it, you come in my mind. It is like you are there everywhere. I can feel it. When I feel like biting you, you almost melt on me and I end up drinking you. When I paint some picture, you come to my mind. Suddenly, my hands urge to dip in you, touch you and brush you everywhere. Tsunami brings back to the memories of your anger. When you are in that state, you drink me. That sinking feeling is special. When I am on a shower, you come and hug me tightly. My heart races up. I get the feeling that you have almost reached me. I could see that as you touch me, you take the roads untraveled and reach almost everywhere. I am b
A good one,Saranya
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