Friday, 16 December 2011
March
The adolescence was bidding goodbye. Our play dates were changing into secret meetings.
A whiff of cold March air blew my hair on my face when our lips met behind the oak tree that day.
He asked me how I felt like.
I don't know, I said.
He agreed to keep our kisses secret until I found out how I felt about them. I felt good.
He wasn't anything like those assholes in school. Kissing someone secretly and moving around with some hot girl for public display.
He smiled at me every time our eyes met, which happened often during the school hours and after school hours.
Our secret meetings continued, with kisses or without.
He handed me over my first job contract outside the school that day.
If you're going to get me a good job, you have to give me a good kiss before that. I said. He smiled.
Our kisses, and our meetings weren't secret anymore.
P.S. This is reproduction of a dream I had early morning today. :)
P.P.S: Written for Nimue's Months of the Year Challenge
A whiff of cold March air blew my hair on my face when our lips met behind the oak tree that day.
He asked me how I felt like.
I don't know, I said.
He agreed to keep our kisses secret until I found out how I felt about them. I felt good.
He wasn't anything like those assholes in school. Kissing someone secretly and moving around with some hot girl for public display.
He smiled at me every time our eyes met, which happened often during the school hours and after school hours.
Our secret meetings continued, with kisses or without.
He handed me over my first job contract outside the school that day.
If you're going to get me a good job, you have to give me a good kiss before that. I said. He smiled.
Our kisses, and our meetings weren't secret anymore.
P.S. This is reproduction of a dream I had early morning today. :)
P.P.S: Written for Nimue's Months of the Year Challenge
Thursday, 8 December 2011
February
'Its never too late to fall in love.' That's what he said while wrapping the bandage around her arm.
She smiled and looked away, out of the window.
February, the month of love, she thought as her eyes fell on the shrubs loaded with roses in the garden outside that window.
'Maa, you should meet Dr. Agnihotri. He is very nice. He likes you.' He said as he finished dressing the wound on his mother's arm from brush of thorns of roses shrubs.
February. She will turn 50 this February. She nodded at her son for the scheduling the meeting.
Prompt for Nimue's Months of the Year Challenge.