Yaad Piya Ki Aane Lagi!
It’s past 4 in the afternoon. Just another sunny day. Sweat seems to wet out everyone’s dresses. I woke up a few hours ago, having slept early in the morning. I was unable to fall asleep thinking about every possible conversation we would be having when we meet today. What if you didn’t like my dress? Or my hair-style? Or what if I sweat heavily and give off a bad odour? What if my excitement makes me rumble crazy stuff out? A lot of mistakes can happen. I am not the type who would plan every detail. But not being perfect in front of you is not the risk I am ready for.
What if you don’t feel like hopping on my bike? We are used to riding together before. What a rash biker you are! That’s like a female version of me. This time it’s different though. This is our first ever date. Ever since I confessed my feelings for you, ever since you confessed having felt the same, this would be our first ride. Although it was last night, the grand confession happened, it feels like a long time. I really hope Sun doesn’t ruin the evening for us. I am sort of simulating and adding new variants to the possibilities of events of our meet as I await you under a tree nearby the hostel you stay in.
As I see you walking towards me in your reddish-orange dress, with hair hanging free, Phone and a small wallet in your hand, both of which would fill my pockets as always; Everything started to slow down. They say everything slows down in the moments of your death and you would see your whole life running in your mind. I must be dying then. My eyes widened to take in your stature. The sound of your steps fills my ears turning down the noise around.
Miracles happen when you are in love. Any other time is a waste of such chance happenings. Your smile brought me back to my normal senses. It tells me that this is me feeling this new sensation for the first time, not you. You act normal as if you got used to this, making me wonder how long you held on to this alone. I am slightly anger for not letting me on to this long ago. That’s when I realised, the Sun is gone. Sudden onset of clouds covered the whole sky. Beautiful setting for a lovely evening.
Our ride to the top of our favourite hill took a few minutes. Everything started to happen in flashes. Unnecessary moments in traffic got deleted from my memory. Remember the spot we used to go to hangout. Green hill by the beach. Does the ocean have an end? looking from here, I could not differentiate where the ocean blue ended and the far-out cloud-free blues of the sky started. Green at our feet, brown sand, whitish waters, blue sea and the grey sky all seem to be a single spread; Only contrast being us, like the bright moon in the dark night.
The cold breezy wind howled along. Few strands of your hair flew along your face while the loose hair hangs swaying as if wanting to elope with the wind. I cry for strength to control myself, to hold in the vast amounts of emotions burning inside me. You stood in front of me, innocence in your face resembling that of a child. Your eyes locked on to the blue waters, while mine unto you.
We didn’t plan on doing anything specific today. We hang out there every weekend and this isn’t the first time. Going back to the same home feels quite vivid at times. Standing beside you for the thousandth time is quite vivid for me too, now, since the whole meaning of us changed when I knew you would be my home, you want me to be yours.
A slight drizzle alarms the whole scenario adding to its beauty. But we know where to hide, don’t we? The small shed on side of the track to the top, where Shantamma would sell us ‘extra flavoured for special customers’ sweet corn. She might have suspected the weather and gone home early today. That made us the only two people on the hill. I wonder what another beautiful place could there be than the spot and the climate setting we are in? My super hooked up mind seriously doubt that.
I think it was you who pointed out the corn stash hidden behind the rock. Having hot corn right then is definitely in my top to-do list. But somehow I am so lost in taking in details of you, I didn’t realise burning my fingertips while firing the collected wood. That when your skin touched mine for the first time that evening, while air flowing from your beautiful lips cooled down the burn.
When people are in love, every touch feels so special. Especially in the starting times. A sudden jolt of electric shock passed along my hand to my body when your lips made an accidental smooch on my hand. My trembling hands conjure up the rigidity of a kid incapable of freeing themselves from you. You lift your head laughing at my reaction. But when you read my thoughts through my eyes, you ran the tip of your tongue over the left end of your lower lip, otherwise an expression of thirst, as if it’s the only response you could conjure up. Dropping the corn in my hands, I stood up, raising you to stand. You stepped closer mimicking my motion towards you.
Kissing you on your lips now would be the easiest thing I could do, and you kissing me back would be the easiest thing for you. But we chose not to, not to let a slight kiss end our romantic endeavours. As our eyes locked in communicating our minds and discussing ways to proceed, I pulled you nearer. All my energies are flown into looking into your eyes. Momentary steps made my heavy breath trickle the skin along your neck. You respond snuggling in a cute manner. I lift you up carrying you to the nearest stone seat, in order to be stable. I place you in my lap, holding your face in my hands. I don’t remember the time passed. But I no longer have the strength to proceed. I find the energy-draining in you too. I kissed you on your forehead conveying my vow of commitment to you. We sat there in a warm embrace letting our bodies cuddle. Warmth of your body makes you my new favourite fireplace. Every person has an odour, outflow of pheromones. You intoxicated me. I never knew that you had such a strong spell on me. You pulled me apart to turn yourself facing me. As our eyes parted, closed, you let your lips meet mine. We started slow marking our territories on each other’s faces trading pecks of love. We end our entourage letting our lips cuddle.
Being with you for the thousandth time, kissing you for the first time. I could not let go of the hug for a long time. Embracing you while you sat on my lap, every other moment of life felt like hell compared to that.
#Bin tere sab saza hai, Bin tere kahaan maza hai#
#Yaad piya ki, mere piya ki aane lagi, Haye bheegi bheegi raaton mein#
(P.S. link to the song : Yaad Piya Ki Aane Lagi.)
