A long winding road in front and nobody in sight. Add to that the skies just about opening up and the earthly aroma of the wet soil. Ah! Could the setting have been more romantic?
We started walking, taking small steps, looking at each other every now and then and turning our faces away biting our lips, our pace momentarily hastened, slackening yet again in a few seconds.
The breeze kept playing with my hair and I kept brushing it aside, becoming more nervous every now and then but revelling in the woundingly sweet feeling, almost death like in its kindness and yet agonising in its intensity.
The road was still empty, which was strange considering the usual bustle at this time of the day. Divine intervention perhaps. We kept walking in the embalming silence, cozily wrapped up in a blanket of bliss. Not a word was exchanged, as usually happens when we are together, but many a thought were exchanged through the clandestine glances.
The vibes were such one could have kept walking on and on and on for life, just for keeping alive the trance. Yes I said trance. I was into one, that evening. For when I fell out of it, out of my dream I mean, and out of the bed as well, I had a kind of a hangover that would again keep me in a trance for quite sometime!