In between the pages

In between the pages of book, lying down at one corner of the bed, I heard some thunderstorms. Yes, it was already quarter to one. I could hear the rain drops. Sometimes, these rain drops try to speak a lot, maybe either I should go to sleep or hear them out. They might want to share something, my subconscious mind said. I was all ears for the latter. I was on page 38, you could get some idea of her birthday date by adding or subtracting few numbers to the page. There was a WhatsApp message; I read it a bit late when I crossed the 53rd page.

Are you awake? That read.

Yes, I am.

Silence

. . . . .

I started with the 54th page and sometime later there was another mesaage, Want to speak?

I am in the middle of a very interesting plot, the climax.

I’ll wait.

It’ll take time and I can sleep with the book on my chest. Kindly, have a good sleep.

I want to discuss a book or maybe something else.

And, may I ask what would that be?

Silence.

. . . . .

Started again with the book, it’s two in the morning now. I was getting sleep but I thought I’ll drop a message that we’ll discuss it tomorrow. I texted her back.

1 minute. I am calling. Let me hear you.

Okay.

We were on call but there were no talks. It feels like we are listening to our breaths?

A sweet giggle.

Okay, you should sleep now. Wait, I said…

. . . . . . Do you still want more breaths to be heard along with the rain droplets and the sweet winds?

Maybe yes. Or maybe no. I don’t feel the wind.

I’ll try to make it more lighter than my breath to make you feel more and understand the aura of wind and the sweetness it carries.

That would be more than beautiful. But, wait, my ♥️ getting more beats. Are you trying to transfer some of the excitement too? I asked.

A whispering smile with a sign of a YES.

Let’s sleep now. It’s near to 3 AM. ‘Night

Its been a rainy day throughout the day and there were guests pouring up too. Got some dishes and sweets ready and was having a conversation with them. A text, can you come over?

Now? I asked.

Yes.

I am with the guests and I got work to do.

I got your favourite book, I’ll read it for you.

Okay. I’ll see you in 35 minutes.

♥️

I smiled and took a leave from the guest place and the conversation and promised to join after a few hours. Yes, they’d a plan to stay over.

**Dinggggg** the door bell rang. She greeted with a warm welcome with some tea and pakoras (inflated potato chips here)

You want to leave early? She asked.

Yes.

Looked into my eyes and asked with the help of her blinking eyelashes, do you?

*Numb*

Smiled and got the book. Do you want to come over to my room? Or sofa is comfortable?

Sofa is fine.

But, I want to read it staying very close to you.

Would you be able to read the whole book, I mean 340 pages.

Count on my breaths, darling.

I felt the warmth, I missed. Can we try finishing the book with the same warmth?

My room maybe?

**Numb**

You want to say something, she prompted.

Nothing. The warmth, the pure soul, non altruistic approach, the proper touch was missing for quite sometime and different thoughts ran through the nerves of my mind. True people exists with a proper meaning and pure soul, the mind gave a hint. But, doing good to others is what I believe.

She replied, remember, when people act shady, betray your trust, have double faces just allow them to do so. Their choices are a direct reflection of who they are, not who you are. Don’t ever sink to their level.

Soon after, held my hands. Looked into my eyes…

And?

The pages continued…

PS: The inverter was on and it made a beep sound. It was charged? Isn’t it? 😉

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The warmth

They’d met after a long time, this season, they both were enjoying the weather, the cosiness, maybe they wanted to see each other right next or curling around. They actually missed each other a lot; the warmth and the affection came along. They thought it’s only a few months they are together and now they started feeling each other in the eyes, 💓 and soul. They started wanting each other more and wished for the feeling to not end anyways.

Early morning, without a message he woke up next to her and she made a smile and said “Good morning”, yes, a good morning, was that enough? Yes, for me it was. But, again she made an attempt to curl him up with no space and allowed no light frame to enter. So, was it all dark? Yes. He loved the warmth and felt her next to him. Is this love? You can say so. They both wanted to see each other every moment so well that they actually made an attempt to stick, just like a glue-stick, but here it was more like a caring-stick.

They came more close and discussed everything openly and also felt the warmth when they were low. He was all open to her and she was all ears. There was an affection, love, deep bond and emotional flow between them and they loved every bit of it. Hence, for the person who is your breath you should get yourself completely immersed in the pool of love with him/her and feel the emotions, be more connected, fight for your him/her, just don’t ‘let it go’ for your happiness or for both, it’s completely fine to think sometimes to let go, but tell me do really want to ‘let go’, don’t get convinced by anyone or your mind, there would be many thoughts of letting him/her go because of this or that and end up diverting our mind with other things; which is weak and temporary, but at the end it only matters that ‘s/he is the one for you’, whom you loved at the first place accepting all the odds/negatives/positives. The love could be your blanket in chilly winters when you don’t want to let it go or maybe your love. You might feel the chill in your body or a chill in your love. Don’t let it go!

Now, did I tell you, that, this story happened to be my last night’s dream or a reality or love with my own blanket in the winter season? 🙂

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