Oh these winter nights, they do wonderful things to you
Oh this magic in the air, it takes thee to a whole new world
And these winds, they whisper so many tales in your ears as they pass
Of union, betrayal, joy, despair, longing…
Of pairs of feet walking these streets, silently, hand in hand. Surrendering.
Oh this pitch blackness of the night, revealing and concealing
The smell from the coffee and the ashes from the cigarettes!
And then the story between you and me, folding and unfolding
The spark, the conversations, the ignited light…
A sudden joy has filled my soul, a sudden excitement has replaced the fear. Is it the wind or the blues or the whole concept of knowing you?
They kissed. Slowly, between the smiles and living in the moment. It was surreal. The night was unusually quiet and dark. They kissed again. This time because it was the requirement of the moment. The cold breeze coming from the wide open windows brushed against their skin, making them shiver under each other’s touch.
“I like the easiness and vulnerability of this moment.” He said going through her book shelf and lighting a cigarette.
“Vulnerability is a social construct. And so is love. I like what this is.” She replied while going back to fixing her study table.
They both moved around the room, sharing a cigarette, kissing now and then, listening to music, tossing the empty coke cans, singing along the lyrics and ranting about random stuff.
“This, happening here, is right. It makes sense. Its harmless. You know not caring about being labeled. Friends with benefits. Such a stupid thing to say. Pathetic, don’t you think? I mean they have made romance look overrated by relating it with love all the time. Fucking helpless love-struck morons. You’re getting me, aren’t you? Isn’t it just…….”
And the night continued in the same fashion.