An Evening


Candles flickered in the breeze.  The scent of dry lavender hung in the air, filling the verandah with its presence. You could hear the sea, wave after wave of summer warmth. The kitchen door was ajar, light streaming out. Dinner was ready and waiting in the oven.

He watched her as she walked out. She was dressed in white. He’d gifted it to her years ago and it still fit like a glove. Her skin glowed like no luxury could ever afford. Lips that glistened. Eyes that shone. Beauty that no money could ever buy.

This is what he’d waited for, month after month. All those nights. Yearning for her touch, wanting the comfort of her presence. Because she was the rest of him.

She hummed to herself. Music. His. For her. 

There he stood. Tall. Not dark. He’s lost weight…she thought to herself, as her eyes traced his figure. Yet  – there was so much more of the man she loved in him. She knew he saw her clearly, despite the last pair of broken glasses that sat in the parlor, awaiting the needful… But that was a chore for tomorrow, for this was their evening…

He cleared his throat and walked upto her, stopping short a pace as he held out his hand. She slipped hers into his. Stepping in tune to his lead. Pitch perfect in their hearts. As he gazed into her eyes, “Forever…?”

And then he knew, as she sighed, and let her bare soles slip on to his feet… to be borne…forever…


2 responses to this post.

  1. Beautiful. 🙂


  2. Posted by Suhasini on June 14, 2013 at 22:13

    Thank you! 🙂


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