The Kiss...
Like usual,
5:44 pm… Thane station…
Platform no. 3 chi local 5 wajun 44 mintachi CST la janari dheemi local ahe…
Platform no. 3 ke gadi 5 bajkar 44 minute ke CST janaewali dheemi local hai...
The train on platform no. 3 is 5:44 slow train for CST…
The regular hustle and bustle… Masses getting off the train as if sacks of grains have been poked… In that she was trying to figure out the familiar face… The face for who she wait for almost every day at the same time same place for past 2 years…
Here he comes, like every day, a smile on the face and care in the eyes…
“Hi!!” He says like usual…
“Your are late!! I am been waiting here for ages. You don’t have value for my time, do you?? I have been working hard for day. My teacher blabbering on me… my mom….. ” And went on talking nineteen to the dozen!!
Like usual she whines and whimper while walking off the station…
But never has he retorted till day… But why will he?? Both of they were each other savior. It was there love towards each other that kept them bonded for years after years…
“So?” the gal asks, “where are we going today!!? I am bugged with those fries and burger!”
“Its special! Didn’t I tell you on phone…?” He answered.
“Ya, ya, I know its fries, burger and COKE FLOAT today, right??!! Yippee!! Special! ” She grumbled!
Without uttering a word he hired the rickshaw… He grasped her firmly but gently just above her elbow and guided her inside the automobile. He approached her soundlessly, kissed on her forehead and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to her ear.
"Just relax."
His touch was so soothing, so sure, made her so calm and composed as if she was waiting for this in anticipation. The cool December air moved briskly in her open hair. She gave a slight shrug, and partly closed her eyes. Her pounding pulse pacified. Soon they reached the place which he said was ‘special’…
Outskirt of the city… towards the countryside… Where the roads where still, hardly a sound of living soul… Somewhere away the muted sound of the returning birds can be heard… Life seems at halt for a second with its tranquil and serene ambiance… He escorts her through the luscious green allay alley… What she beholds next dazzles her eye with the beauty she have never witnessed before…
A sparkling calm clear lake… Luminous full moon glowing over the deep azure… It just seemed that one has entered gods own country… Next to this enchanted vista was a table for two with a white table cloth on it a red rose, a bottle of fine wine and a rosy candle… The complete mood was charmed with the alluring panorama…
She looked at him with ardor and a tear rolled down her rosy cheek… Holding her soft hands he pulled her near him and whispered the three little golden words and rolled into the most ecstatic and passionate gesture of emotion… KISS…
Its a true incident!!! :) ;)
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