Love is in the air...

Loud, boisterous guffaws fill up the tiny space that continue till the wee hours of the morning. Perhaps, some of them were drunk. Perhaps they were all drunk, laughing at some silly joke. She had not understood the joke at all, but she didn't care. In her incoherent state the only thing she could focus was the nerve that was throbbing at his jawline as his head dropped behind in laughter.

Her alcohol soaked brain was slowly forming a curious jumble of words in front of her eyes as she darted a glance at him through the rim of her wine glass.

She knew right then, she had to catch those words on paper before they disappeared into thin mist.

There is an awkwardness in her movement as she reaches out to her tote bag. Digging out her pen and a notepad she settles into a comfortable position amidst hand painted cushions. 

The clinking of glasses in the background, the soft lighting, and the sound of hushed whispers floating around sets the mood for her to pen notes about her love…

“I could be in the form of a number or a part of a clue wrapped up in neat packaging; left behind at your doorstep, waiting for you to unravel it in the morning that you rise;

This everyday intermingling of our paths, would have prompted me to tread on the imprint made by your dusty brown loafers on the damp earth below. Ever so gingerly lifting one foot of mine, I would place it gently on the arch, thereby creating a further hollow.

Today, for the briefest of moments I would have held my breath by simply shutting my eyes, taking cover in the warmth of your shadow while you walked past by completely unaware of my presence.

The night is still young, hung in a veil of gossamer blue…

we might both be afar, separated by distances but maybe watching the same skies, the glittering galaxy of stars, the only witnesses to our idyllic gazing.

I might invade your dreams tonight, stealthily approaching without a sound; maybe you would wake up with a flutter in your heart, slightly shaken with the stirring of thoughts…

Finally, as my eyes continue to search you amidst the throng of people, I am confronted with a pause; like a harsh light blinding me on a speeding freeway,

For all the words concocted in here, you might still be unaware of the minutiae of connections that holds me to you,

But that’s the beauty of us together; the depth of my emotions lying unknown; without a name, wrapped in the finest of silks, buried in the deepest corners of my tumultuous heart, like solid gold, like a fire blazing an entire forest.

These emotions will continue to simmer, as they will never get uttered or be bought to my lips…

For it is only I who am aware of the way you make me feel and only I who will never know how to tell it to you”

The effects of alcohol are slowly starting to recede after she gulps down two glasses of ice cold water.

Thanking her hostess graciously she makes her way to the exit. While leaving, she catches his eye; a million butterflies somersault in her stomach. She looks down at her hands, and at the note she has been holding all along. The note slips; maybe it is a deliberate attempt. 

In one swift motion she steps outside the house, the door slamming behind her. The cold wave hits her; the darkness embracing her like a soothing blanket.