As I sat with my head on her lap, beneath the pristine blueness of the sky, her messy curls blocked the glittering rays, bracing my face. She saw love sparkling in my eyes and asked, grinning merrily at me:
Her mind imagined a thousand answers but my heart couldn’t decide one. I looked away from her, harassing my mind to give an appropriate reply. For her, every second of wait questioned my fondness. The heart could not balance the weight of the emotions and finally confessed,
She smiled mildly and made a difficult face but her lips looked unaffected. Pushing her hair back, she asked:
I, with the hope to justify her, replied in a gentle tone:
“I didn’t choose to love you, it just happened. This blessed realization was divinely planned and my heart could never ignore it, pulling me back to you with fierce intensity. Every time.”
It was an eye-opener for her. Her stunned look was bemusing and probably, she misunderstood the softness of my expression. I sensed her dismay. Before I could speak, she argued in a rebellious bitter tone,
“May be yes or may be no,” I replied consciously.
She was losing patience; she suddenly thrust my hands away from her and fury was raging in her eyes as she stood up and started walking with anger soaring in each step.
I ran towards her and arrested her hands, and she, with a tear flowing down her warm cheeks, asked:
I did not mean to give up so easily, pulled her down with ease and explained:
She looked half-satiated with the answer and asked in disbelief:
A woman is deeper than a man. With a look of calmness, I continued:
She continuously stared at me and the shadow of doubt and fear vanished. As I pressed the ends of her fingers, one by one, our hands made love. She gently put one of her fingers on my lips and softly whispered:
One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.