Naked - contd
by Deepali Sagar
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We were having dinner. Actually he was having dinner and I was still trying to calm my inner self. “”Sanaya, I really want to ask you something. Why the hell you purr like a kitten and are literally blushing when I’m close to you, considering the fact that…”
He stopped in the middle. I knew what he wanted to say but probably he didn’t know how to say it in a mellowed down tone. So, I decided to ease it for him.
‘I still get goosebumps when I see you,
My heart still skips a beat whenever you’re near,
I still get excited whenever you tell me that we’re meeting,
Even though I’ve never told you that I love you, still my body resonates it every time and every second of the day…’
He looked at me speechless and I continued, “That’s the reason why I purr like a kitten and blush uncontrollably when you’re with me. I’ve been naked many times in front of whole audience… but none of them have been able to see through me like you’ve. That’s why even right now with full clothes on, I feel Naked in front of you.”
He remained quiet for sometime and ate his dinner in silence. Disappointment flooded me and even though I didn’t want to, I ended up asking, “Don’t you’ve anything to say?”
He looked at me and smiled…
‘She asked what shape does he give his thoughts,
The rounded lump down his throat they bring,
Come close, he said.
He bears no weight of emotions, she said,
The crushed spine of his disappointed head hung low, said otherwise.
She demands reflection from a well gone dry.
She anticipates responsibility from a man drowning in penance.
She feels deafened, waiting for his words she wishes to hear.
But he long lost his voice to this stranglehold called love.’
He started eating his dinner, while I kept looking at him. Who said love is easy? Love isn’t a feeling… it’s a decision. Feelings come and go, but the decision to stand steadfast, to weather the storms that only love can throw at you; is eternal. My examination has just started… and I don’t know whether I would pass or fail. And the best thing… there’s no syllabus too. ***