Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Walking the distance

Him: "Do you want me to kiss you? I can do that. Although i've seen it happen in movies, i haven't done it before. But there is a high probability of us getting it right. On top of that, the nocturnal beach is going to help us too. However, there is a catch here. As soon as our lips collide, the space that separates us will be filled with an intimacy that will alter everything that's between us. We'll never be the same again as expectations will roll in and make themselves at home...."
Her: "God! You think too much and talk much more. Alright, just keep walking then."  

The next morning he woke up in his house with a mix of regret and relief. He was sad for being such a control freak but glad too that he didn't plunge in like others would have in his place. Whichever way one tilts the argument, both of them learned last night that a smooch can't possibly last longer than a laughter-filled conversation. 
In the meantime, the dried sand were engrossed in a deep kiss with his sandals.

5 comments:

Kanupriya Modi said...

the most innocent piece of work i have ever seen...the beautiful description...the dislogue n the conclusion...wanted it to be a lil more...very nice

t said...

next to your raw poems..this has to be the most beautifully written piece ever. understanding some, confusing a few… trying to match your strides.

Anonymous said...

You know what? Your hero sounds apologetic.....well almost ....and perhaps a little sad? Touched.

Anonymous said...

Sweet. :)

Avantika said...

Shakti you have written something so not you but still I feel that guy in the write-up is so you :)