Wednesday, November 21, 2007

That night...

That night…
They stood on the water’s edge, together, alone, staring at the steel surface of the river. A sliver of the moon in the canvas above shone just enough for them to see each other although that wasn’t necessary.

That night…
The fire was dying out slowly, till only charred wood glowed steadily. A few last flames breathed their last. He diverted his attention from the still water to the restless flames. She watched him as he rekindled the fire. Within moments it was alive again. Now they both sat with each other, the fire between them.

That night…
The stars shined, smiled, as if whispering a little secret to the trees below. Neither of them spoke, yet volumes were said. Shadows danced on the barks of trees as they both stared at each other through moments of awkwardness. A comfortable awkwardness, a comfortable silence. All that had happened between them in the years before, all that was to happen in the future seemed insignificant. They forgot why they were in the middle of this forest, in the dead of the night, together, alone. That they were lost did not matter. They had found each other.

That night…
An insect innocently clambered up her foot and rested on her anklet. He watched, with a smile, as she toyed with it till it disappeared into the darkness and they were alone again.

That night…
All the jungle sounds seemed distant, muffled, unimportant. They could hear each other breathe.
It didn’t matter that they couldn’t see what lurked in the darkness beyond. They could see themselves in each other’s eyes.
They couldn’t feel the gravel of the river bed. They could feel each other’s presence.

All mysteries were solved. All questions answered, that night.

1 comment:

anishMeanon said...

A comfortable awkwardness, a comfortable silence..

lovely..

you shud be writing more regularly..

wish i could write like this.. :)