He looked at her. At her beautiful face. Her smiling, inviting eyes. The smile lingering on her lips. Her hair cascading down the sides of her face, down to the neck of her kurti, up to where the swell of her breasts began. She looked lovely. As always.
He raised his hand and straightened a stray strand of hair falling over her left eye. She said nothing. Just looked at him. With that strange yet alluring gaze.
He moved closer. Close enough to feel her breath on his lips. He breathed in her fragrance.
He glanced at her eyes. They were closed. Maybe in anticipation.
He looked at her lips. Those full, soft lips he had always dreamed of kissing. They looked so inviting. He moved closer, to put an end to the wait of endless years. He leaned in to put his lips on hers, to kiss her...
"Chai chai!" He woke up to the sound of a chaiwallah selling his tea. The train had arrived at some station.
He turned in his berth and tried to go back to sleep and to the dream, to the kiss...
Author's Note: Some people believe in dreams, others in powers of creativity. This is dedicated to one person who falls in the latter category.
2 comments:
I know exactly what you're writing about. Egg-zack-lee.
zig-zackly you mean?
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