That playful ray of sunlight which escaped the window forced his eyes open as he lay there curled up behind her. He 
did not want to wake up but then the enchanting fragrance of fresh morning dew against the newly watered soil from yesterdays rain, her deep black hair that smelt like freshly bloomed lavender and her barenaked back which beckoned him to finger paint on it; seemed to lure him out of his bed and onto his feet.
He woke up, ever so gently; lest she be disturbed. It was a Sunday and he wanted her beautiful eyes to rest some more. He bent over and gazed at her lovingly. He felt like he had lived a life time in her closed eyelids, the tiny little curl of hair against her sufficiently large ears which he often made fun of and she breathing heavily against the pillow. He wanted so madly to hold on to those few seconds and just be there unto everness. He reached for her eyes and gave her a peck. She shifted a bit and he saw her smile. He stood at the window for a while breathing in all the fragrance he could soak up. He felt happy. It was a very long time since he felt the way he did then. Almost… content.
He flew her a kiss as he walked across the room and into the hall, switched on the music player and turned it on to some music. Ahhh! Coldplay, perfect. Music always made him happy. Tea was the next item on his small list and he decided to cook up that magical recipe. Three fourths boiled water, two tea bags, two table spoons of sugar and three table spoons of milk. All mixed in that order and a hint of all the love he had within him at that moment. She wasn’t a tea kinda person but then lately, she had taken to drinking tea. Mostly cause he made it that perfect and she could nearly taste him in it as she sipped slowly, carefully blowing into it.
She woke up in his shirt and to Lovers in Japan and silently walked into the kitchen drawn into him and ready to attach herself to this new found magnet of a guy! She hugged him from behind and whispered a love you as she laid a peck on his back. He poured the tea cups full with bubbled up tea. He needed the bubbles. Its like garnished food, you know? Tea is never complete without those bubbles he thought as he dragged her with him into the living room where she snuggled into him and continued with the trance like state she was in. He ran his hand in her hair lovingly and thought about his state of life. Suspended animation. He wrote down a few lines that came to his mind right then:
Love me; like you’ve never loved before.
Look into my eyes and set me free…
Be as mad as you can ever be,
In love with me from the sun to the sea.
Hold my hands and let me feel,
Your heart beat with me beneath.Promise me that gorgeous smile,
With every passing mile,
Give me that healing touch,
And your reassuring voice just as much.
Let me lose myself in your voice,
Or give me a passionate hair smudge.These lines are for you,
And whatever is in my heart,
Yes! That too.
All I have to offer is me and words,
Come be with me praandi;
We’ll worry about everything else afterwards!
Curtains fall!
-Anup
P.S: Dedicated to she who has walked in with a voice I just cant get enough of and a heart made just for me.
Very Nice…. 🙂
Magnet of a guy eh?…
Nice 🙂
@Ajay – “He” the guy, the fictional guy here had a magnetic aura around him, yes 😉
@Abhi – Thank you kind sir.
OOOH MY GOD 😀 Awesome as usual. As i have always been saying …It all has been scripted by him 🙂 and this is perfect as well.
Magnet?? He sounds more like a magnetar! 😉 Wonder how the poor girl keeps all the ‘iron’ he attracts away!? 😉
Awesome post!! 🙂 Loved it!!
Remarkable!!!
aaraa ee P.S.?? 😀
Awesome buddy!
Confirms my faith in the theory that good things happen to good people!
All the best man 🙂
yawn…..boring…….!! :o!!it was good even though i din understand anything!!!yeah..i know..wat ur thinking..16 year old kid knows nothhing abt love!!lol!!
@Smikh – Nothing is scripted as such. Everything has happened due to smart moves and some little hope here and there 😉
@Shruti – Magnetar? Idu romba over aa irukke…
@Seema – Aadu oru praaandi pennu… verude manishyande soiryam kidattan ettipettu… :O aaadu ende “chyan ninne snehikyunnu maankidavvu” aaa…
@Layman – I know ehh? Its alright.
@Kuttapi – Daaaaa… I know that you know enough about things. You’re a crafty little creature! Miss you 🙁
Anup,
It’s been a while tht i visited ur blog.. but this one post is for keeps man…
I cant let it out of my mind!!
A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E.
ripping off pink floyd are we? get an original title plagiarist
This blog is full of Pink Floyd. You’d find me talking about them on many of my posts. I have a couple of other posts with their titles. Ripping off PINK FLOYD? Are you out of your mind? Most people with a musical heart beat know their songs and their lyrics. I CANNOT claim that these words are mine. All I am doing is spreading the word.
Just to make things clear. I, Anup Menon, solemnly do swear on my love for the music created by these greats that any titles, quotes and phrases solely belong to them and I have no rights or royalty on these whatsoever.
Viceroy, try to google the meaning or the word ‘plagiarism’ once you find that; try to understand it. IF you manage to reach there let me know. I have NOT claimed that these words are mine.
-Anup