.......and then she kissed him......

it was a dark night....
every thing was blackened out except for a few flickering candles trying hard to survive against the wind....every thing was muted out except for the occasional burst of the crackers........it was a diwali night…………..
but the quietness and the dark night was rather cherish-able by her.......
for there in the darkness a boy was telling a story .......
he was telling a story to her .....
a story about two kings who fought against each other for honor...............

and there in the darkness, she sat still listening to him .........but not quite actually hearing ........ listening to his voice ......... listening as if nothing exists......nothing exits than him......
and nothing is more important than him....

“and he roared ….draw out you sword…you coward !”

and….she was thinking how amazing his voice sounds………is it really happening for real or is she still dreaming away like she always do about him…….

“I dare you to fight till death……..come out you terrified rat……come out of your hole……..”

and….she was thinking …is it in his eyes ? the mystifying charm ? or the twinkle of mischief ? what is there that magnetize her to listen to him even in this cold winter night out on this rooftop all alone……and she shivered slightly though not out of cold really……..

“ the two swords clanged and sparks flew off……….”

And….she wished the night may never end….for this moments were so precious that she can give away her all and everything to make it last even a few seconds more…..
……yes …..she can even give away her dinosaur eraser….ok…..even her dearest loveliest red frock too…….what else can God want ?

“…you want more, huh? Ok…here it goes....take it …take this…… and that….. and this….”

And…she was wondering …….how can a person be so attractive….and yet so intelligent at the same time……there is a strange thing about him….he looks so formidable yet today, now, sitting so close to him made her feel he is so very close, close enough that she can see his eyelashes…..and she again felt that…. The feeling of pain inside the throat …….is it what they call it…….is it? And for the first time in her life she felt something for which she has no words……is this what they call being ‘sexy’? at that moment she realized the exact meaning of that word ! till now , it was just a word for her , but then she appreciated that there are few words that have a very special meaning thus cannot be used so loosely to everyone every time. And she moved a bit closer…….

“feeling cold, eh? Ok now listen……..he slashed his sword against his opponent….blood coming oozing out yet not surrendering …… Are you listening or not….?”

And…..she nodded her head in approval …….though not quite really understanding who is killing whom…..but then …….who cares? As long as they both are fighting , she can continue with her own story where the king is somebody else …………!

“…now will you give up? ….NEVER!……..roared the king…….”

And……she felt like melting away………..melt away like a river………..ohhhh ! how she wished to be a river and flow all over him………..to be the wind that rustles through his hair caresses his forehead………be the light of the candles that twinkle in his eyes……………! and she blushed again, thanking God that it was a night !

“as the swords clashed with one another………it was hard to make out who will win…..”

and…….. she was thinking ……win? When she is losing everything, her dignity as a lady, her pride, her sanity to him, …..WIN ? how does it matter any more? She is ready to lose her everything for a millionth time to win him……and as slowly the candles slowly but surely melt away to annihilation and as the story started to end , she felt afraid………as if something is going to go away….something is going to be parted for ever and she will never have him back ………..like this way ! how much she wanted him……………..the way she wanted him………..like no other way but this………


and then she……………………………