Yet Another Kiss

Yet Another Kiss
The two of us stood before each other in quite an awkward position. She was blushing to the tips of her ears, while I’m sure I displayed a similar response to her stimuli. It really was a surprise for me. I’m still not sure if her blush can be said to be a sign of her immaturity for I was blushing too. If one’s blush is an index of one’s immaturity, I wonder if a wayfarer could say who was being more immature.

She couldn’t see me while her eyes were lowered, but I was staring at her all this time. Here was a moon I wanted to keep looking at like a chakor-partridge stares at the moon. She was a labyrinth I wanted to lose myself in and remain lost in for a long time. I hoped I could never be found. The labyrinth spread out before me like a river on whose bank I could sleep peacefully for my lifetime. My life lay scattered on its banks in many pieces.

A whole lot of different and yet congruent pieces of a jigsaw puzzle lay scattered around us begging to be drawn together into a complete picture. Each piece had a different story to tell. There were pieces that symbolised my past, but they had become quite dim and dull. The ones that screamed to be recognised at once were those that symbolised our future. I could see my future with her quite clearly.

I’m not blessed with superpowers. I don’t have an idea of what future lies before me. Even if we were to be together, somehow, I knew our future wasn’t going to be easy. My past is lined up with so many distorted events that I begin to doubt if my future can be anything better than what I’ve been through.  I don’t think it can be. I didn’t know anything about her past. She was a mystery standing before me begging to be unravelled.

I began to wonder where a train of thoughts initiated by an impulsive kiss by me was going to lead. It had already taken me on a roller-coaster-ride between my past and future. I felt sure I’d fallen in love with her. Both of us had confessed our love for each other. It wasn’t in words, but no one can doubt it. I don’t know whether to dub a momentous passion as an infatuation or did it go an inch beyond it? I think it went way ahead.

To be extended beyond it, we needed a comprehensive insight into each other’s nature. This meant something more than what we had seen in each other’s eyes. I had seen heaps of passion in her eyes, a passion lying dormant within her for a long time. It couldn’t possibly remain pent up behind a wall any longer. It had unfurled itself in the form of a kiss she had planted on me.

What I was sure of was the immense happiness, joy and ecstasy gathering within me at the same time. All of it was yearning to come out of me in some form. I wanted to kiss her again and again.  I was emboldened by my first successful adventure. She hadn’t resisted it in any form. She seemed to enjoy whatever attention I had given her. I wondered if she was going to enjoy another kiss as much as she had appreciated my first one.

I had embraced her when she was yearning and pining for love and affection from someone. I had given only a bit of all this. I’m sure she felt grateful for it. She had expressed her gratefulness by the kiss she had given me. It was a moment of intense passion, but a lot of secrets had been whispered in my ears while her lips touched mine.

She had shown an innocence and freshness typical to babies before me. I love babies, I love their innocence and freshness.  This was the freshness I found in her when I kissed her. There was a spontaneous nature typical to young kids in her. She was as fresh as a dewdrop in the morning. I loved her even more for all this.  A dewdrop’s freshness stagnates with the dawn of a new day, but I had to capture its freshness  and preserve it in a tangible form for it marked a fresh beginning we   were making.

I wish I could keep the freshness of the moment with me forever and a day. I wish I could look at her for an eternity, keep looking at her for a longer time, and discover new secrets of life with every passing aeon of time. Looking at her filled me with happiness; I knew I was going to be as happy every time I looked at her. With her, life was going to whisper new secrets in my ears every single moment, I knew.

Virtually, there isn’t an end to the mysteries life unfolds before us. All of us are exposed to different experiences and all of us form different opinions of life from them. There was a marked difference in our experiences of life, I knew. Both of us had been exposed to different worlds and we had formed different opinions of life based on these different experiences.  I wondered if there was a way to highlight similarities and ignore differences between us like a highlighter marks out important sentences in a book.

I’m not sure how many similarities and differences she discovered and appreciated while she stood before me. For the artist within me, here was beauty personified standing before me. What I had witnessed and experienced had been something truly remarkable. It seemed to be the first time, although it wasn’t: I’d fallen in love hundreds of times. This was merely another one of them.

Or was it? There was something special in this one.