My Valentines Gift …

I don’t want to meet you on valentines … Lest I sin, my intentions, my thoughts and my actions. I am sure if we ever do, our lips would mingle and then witter. I will always bring out an excuse to hold your hands; maybe I would pick them up and plant an angel like kiss. I wish to see your eyes just then when it would look on to mine. I will then feel your heart skipping a beat or two, just when the thunder strikes. I would then hear your heart raining, the whole of you drenching in the rain, like me.

All this just to see your nails and hold your hands?

Let us just sit down on this wooden bench in our very own park, everything around quite green and serene. We can here the crickets screeching in the bushes, and you ask me why they make the noise and I mumble. You would be running your hands through my hair, when I am lying down in your lap. That’s when the thunder would strike again. And you look into my twinkling eyes for comfort. I pull you down on to me.

I can feel your heavy breath. For some strange reason you go for my Adams apple as if you wanted to suck all of my voice deep down into you. Is that what soothes you? You are now tracing your way through my jaw line and by now you are in my arms and our little lips embedded in each other’s as if seeking for more. That’s when the tiny droplets trickle down, from up above the sky, on your forehead, on your face, on your hair, on me and everywhere. We lay entangled in each other’s arms, holding tight, refusing to let go, yet embedded and deep in each other.

By now it’s just over a drizzle, tiny droplets trickling down from the trees. There is this puddle of water just around were our legs are. The crickets seem to be screeching everywhere. And we hear the trin trin coming our way. It’s the chai wala on his cycle, covered in a plastic sheet. He stops and asks chaya ? Upon our reply he hands down one glass. You hold it by both your hands; it seems to give you the same warmth that I gave some time back. But you give me a sip every now and then; I thought that’s the warmth I need from her. And when it’s finished we are unwilling to go.

I had to lift you in my arms and I joke about how heavy you have become. That’s when you pull me on to you once again. That’s when it starts raining all over again. That’s when I wake up and realize it’s Valentine’s Day. I did search for you all this time; I did seek you all this time. But you were never to be found …