Nights Walk.

There are Moments in your life that you never want to change or would always like to remember. Those are the moments we all live for and those are the moments that form life. So here is the most important moment from an imaginary persons life.

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I was walking with her on that empty road. I looked at the clock in my cell phone it was 9:50 pm. Though it wasn't that late but still in those outskirts of the city nature sleeps early.

I looked at her and thought of how we cooked our dinner a little early to be able to have this walk together.

'hey, you informed your friend that you are with me and will be a little late?' I asked her to which she simply nodded with a soft yes.

In that darkness of the night I was just giving her company to the walk to her dorm, which was a kilometer or so away from my rented flat.

At the bell's bridge she asked me to stop, holding my arm she dragged me towards the railings of the bridge. I wanted to tell her that it was late but I couldn't utter a word after seeing a smile on her face. Instead my eyes fell upon her dimples and I could not imagine it being a defect as it is scientifically said to be.

Then I looked at the river that seemed to spread till infinity. The soft winds in that dark spring night were so heavenly and her open hair were flowing with them.

'you see that?' she asked.

'hmmm?' I responded for I had no idea what she wanted me to see.

'look at those city lights' she said so softly pointing towards that bright patch of lights long across the river. 'how beautiful they are it looks as if we are standing across from some blank space full of stars and the place we are standing on is the only surface.' she added.

' Yeah And someone is adding little more beauty in all this.' I replied quite boldly. 

'ohh, kon hai ji!' just hearing her speak in Hindi gives me some kind of happiness that is hard to explain, I don't know why. But what makes me ever happier is seeing her blush and even though it was dark out here I knew it was there.

she brushed her fingers with mine that sat on the railing, I could feel the spark that came whenever she touched me.

'The same one whose every touch makes me mad.' I replied slowly looking at our fingers that had been linked together. I don't really know why but my statement had created a Silent bubble around us. It was as silent as that black night and the most interesting thing was that there was a romance air around us which was a beautiful contrast with the darkness.

She looked at me with her beautiful dark eyes with such truthfulness and curiosity as if they were the only true thing in this whole world. Her curiosity broke the silence with the question, ‘how much mad?’ with a little breathless and maybe shaky voice.

My fingers were still wrapped around hers, So I told her ‘I don’t know, or maybe I just can’t turn that feeling in words for I am afraid that then they will be bound to just those synonyms even when they would mean a lot more.’ I don’t know how but my fingers were somehow helping her hair in making their way behind her ear. As if it were a movie. And I don’t know what to say but I know like her nature, her hair were free and flowing with the silent musical wind as if I didn’t even touch them. And so were her gold ear rings.

I tried again, she didn’t comment or say anything but when I kept them back there I wanted to see her face and I placed my palms on her neck, the only thing not letting us touch were her hair in-between them.

I knew she felt a madness too. Her breathlessness was a proof. But I could not move my palm for her hair would move again and her eyes were close now, I didn’t know what was to be done. I needed some approval, encouragement or something sign only her eyes could show.

A moment later she opened her eyes and it was as if the moment had passed or maybe the moment she needed to compose herself was the one that had passed. And now her eyes were closed off even when they were open. I don’t know how many moments did it take me to get over that irony.

‘I think we will be late if we don’t leave now.’ Her that statement was as closed off as her eyes. But with that statement we could not do anything but leave our silent romantic bubble on surface across that blank space full of stars.

We carried on our walk. Along the walk I could feel as if our bubble was returning but this time it bought the youthfulness and the beauty that was surrounding us. It was lovely. It was heavenly. It was something more.

Even the silence that was present there seemed to be madly in love with that night. And yet again we were holding hands, it was the closest thing to love. Atleast for me. Only thing I could hear along with the wind was my heart and I think it took part in a marathon that night. Other things that could be heard were our foot steps and a slow sound of traffic far away.

‘The hostel will be open, right?’ I asked her. Trying to start a new conversation.

‘Hmmm. I think yes’ was her only reply which lead to nothing but prolonged silence.

Few minutes later we were had almost reached her Dorm. It was about 50 meters from where we stood. The main gates were locked so she called her friend to find out more about it.

Her friend informed us that the caretaker had to close the gates because some university head had arrived tonight for observation. So she can not turn up this late or she might have problems.

She was irritated and I could see it clearly on her face. It was really cute, if someone would ask me.

With a deep breath I tossed an idea, ‘would you like to walk with me for the next 6 hours.’ She looked at me as if I am crazy but there was amusement sparkling in her eyes. ‘We can go around the town, and can eat some snacks here and there. What do you say?’

‘Is there anything else that we can do?’ she inquired just casually, as if she didn’t care for an answer. But the only thing I thought as my reply was ‘well, we can always go back to my place.’

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