Separating all the threads of interrelated feelings has always been very difficult for Pakhi. Specially, after that night at his place. On the dining floor, amongst sleeping strands of friends, there was this corner, which illuminated a little something in Pakhi that night. He wouldn’t let go of her hand and after many reluctant attempts, when Pakhi finally gave in, that was the most dangerous inflexion, as she felt something she haven’t felt in a while. A kind of little something that can blur the rest of the horizon and can fill you up with a splash of bravery which allows you to make peace with the rest of yourself. But,….there are a lot of buts. A lot of buts would engage them for the rest of their lives, knew Pakhi, if she decides to meet him at his level of love. Everything would change once and for all. But Pakhi loved meeting this way. She didn’t want to make the external clusters a party in this tunnel. The closed lid is what she liked. At least there is something, that would have complete dispensation. In her mind, they met like floating clouds, in free will and in complete absolution. People may call this love but she preferred to call it nothing but a sublime tint of inclination towards him.
For him, there was only one thing, a hope that one day they would be found in each other, walking on the same side, holding hands in a sand filled evening and standing in front of the ocean smiling at each other.
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