The first morning of my getaway was ethereal. The warm sun
peeping though the double drapes over a big french window. Cuddled up in an oversized
comforter, i simply chose to let my eyeballs take in some reality while I continued
to dwell in the throes of laziness. The light bouncing off the white wall and
the gush of water were enough to break my reverie as I decided to embrace this
beautiful day of the week – Saturday. All I could recollect were the floppy
hair and warm eyes that my last night’s thoughts were devoted to. His football
match was like a buzzing bee but I still managed to get the best sleep on his
shoulder.
The cold hard floor shook the last of my efforts to melt
into a lazy puddle.
As I stretched my arms over my head, feeling my spine take
its structure, a smile crept on my face. Today was the first day of the most
amazing weekend. This day of firsts began with my banter with the cutest person
on this planet. His childish glee swept not just my week-long stress, but also
got under my skin. As I bit into my strawberry danish, I couldn’t resist a
laugh at his stupid puns and scientific innuendos just randomly yet
strategically finding its way into conversation.
Legs stretched out on the rug, with either backs against the
bed and window, I realized the warmth that good company brings into our
cluttered and compressed minds. The information overflow leaves us wanting
more. More of something that never satisfies. Yet, I found myself replete with
happy fuzziness just to be a part of his bubble, a part of his thought-flow. As
if all my burdens were picked up and temporarily help by him as I enjoyed his
sunshine. Sometimes its just the connection, the feelers find their way and
exude serenity and happiness, enough to loosen up the mind of a mumbaikar.
The pit-patter of the rain was like the after-taste of fresh
pineapple cake. The slate-gray sky mimicked my mindset - clouded and burgeoning – waiting to soak my
world with drops of happiness. His fingers gripping mine jolted me out of my
daydream as we debated over staying-in over out. His eyes full of promise and
my heart full of feels.