Third matchstick; Two left in the box. It burnt with a buzz.
It had been 6 months since they had started smoking, and she still couldn’t
light a match stick properly. But she never let him do it. And he never asked
to. He would wait till she was done lighting her cigarette, and then he would
take hers to light his own. And she would let herself take a moment to take in
that scent of the burning match stick. It was liberating.
The crescent moon nights were their favourites. Perfect
lighting- the amount was just enough to see each other, not enough to be
discovered. The terrace was their secret; it was off-limits, and not easily
accessible to anyone but them. Right under the warden’s nose, right over her
room. They had been climbing up there for over 6 years now. 6 years, since they’d known each other. They
had talked about everything there was to be talked about. And then talked about
it again. And again. It wasn’t that the silence was awkward. They craved for
each other’s voices. They were friends in the darkness, of the darkness. They’d
met one fateful night, sneaking out of their respective rooms to watch the
stars, or something like that. Not like they remembered. They’d met every night
after that. Things get muddled in your head after a while.
She took a deep drag, and then watched the smoke escape her
lips. She stole a glance. He was resting his head against the wall, long hair
all over the place, eyes closed, making smoke rings. She loved watching him
make those rings; the shape his lips made, the way his Adam’s apple would move,
the fact that he would never look whether the rings were formed at all or not.
It was like he did that just for her.
“Do you think the sun sets in heaven?” She was concentrating
on the smoke rising from her mouth. But he knew she knew just exactly what he
was doing. And he didn’t need to steal a glance to predict what she was doing.
He did anyway. “I sure hope it does. Heaven wouldn’t be complete without these
nights there.” She smiled. Her exact thoughts, in his voice. Typical. She
flicked her cigarette stub off the terrace. And watched the trajectory. Then
she decided to steal another glance. He had changed his position.
He was watching the stars. She started playing with her
hair. “The Sun is us, you know? It is bright and full of fire. It is never at
rest, never satisfied, never vanquished, and never lonely.” She rested her head
on his lap. “Then the stars are us, too. Darkness is a part of our being. The
night is incomplete without stars. The peace, and the calm, the whites, the
yellows, and the blues. ” “The water is us too, then. Cool, placid. Turbulent,
and devastating.” “As is the Earth. Nurturing, Nourishing. Full of life, full
of…” “Us.”
He looked at her face, her eyes were closed. He tucked her
hair behind her ear, bent a little, and kissed her. When he lifted his head, he
smiled. Her face had gone red, eyes were still closed, and the breath ragged. The sensation of his lips on hers was still there. The tingles and the chills. Even though he was lighter than snow, even when he was stronger than the wind. She drew in a slow breath. Her heart was finally speeding down. She opened her eyes, and looked at him. His dimpled chin complemented his crooked smile. “The air is us too.” She breathed. “Free. Unearthly”, he said. “And silk.” “Delicate. Soft.” “Monuments?”
“Magnificent. Memorable.” “Smiles?” “Unending. Happiness.” “And love?” “Pure.”
“We are everything.”
“Everything is us.”
I read this once and I read this again, it's too beautiful. :D
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