yup!! it happened

When we were out of ear shot of other people, I barked… ‘ARE YOU DREAMING’ he shuddered to the present, caught my hands, I shut my mouth when I felt a tingle. His hands felt soft and moist. He placed his foot on top of mine, dragged himself closer, pressed me against the glassed door and brushed his lips against mine and that was the sweetest kiss of all. My eyes are closed. I can hear his heart beat. The hairs of his hands felt like the softest thing on earth. The zephyr of ‘axe’ filled in the air. The snapshots of this blustery evening lived in me and I lived it whenever a stronger wind brushed past me. He s interesting….

premiere fois

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6 months back….. it all started here. The weather was getting clumsy. The arms of the sun were nowhere to be seen. The binds swayed in the blustery wind. The marriage hall was getting huddled with people. He stretched himself, and sat on the plumy velvet dressed chair. He kept toying with a juice glass. The last drop of lemonade hesitated to depart his smacky lips. He was in his full hand black casuals and an aquamarine shaded ‘addidas’ shorts. He was amazing. He turned deaf ears to his mother s call as a ‘santro’ roared to halt. People hasted out of the car, he saw a girl with a russet red top and a long bottle green skirt, through the re-arview mirror. The back of her sweater was tied to her neck. She looked gorgeous. Her hair was all tousled after the journey, her winsome smile was just enough a visual treat. She gave a chirpy pat on her pal‘s shoulder and brushed her little cousin’s hair and kissed him on his forehead. zushhhh!!!!! The ambulance bolted across the street shouting its usual kerfuffle she put a cross and prayed for that stranger. A moment’s horror.. a moment’s despondency all shown in her face. When she opened her eyes, he felt some godliness pierce through the hall. He locked her gaze…chills were served to all those people who entered just then. She placed her lip on the rim of the glass and gobbled it up gracefully. The fluid paced to destiny figuratively like an army rushing to save havoc, inside her throat. When all the others placed their cups beside and engaged themselves in mouthing some balderdash, her eyes darted screening the room. She took her cup straight to the dust pot and crushed a good bye to it. Their eyes met again and he felt a tingle invade through him. His eye brimmed with the untold frequency of unexposed furtive cordiality. As she brushed past him to the dressing room she pushed her stray piece of her hair behind her ears. Cute!! That was damn cute.. on her way back her fingertips happened to touch the corner of his shirt…. his heart skipped a beat!!!!

To be continued……………….

The sound of silence

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chapter 1

He is a total waste of space. I am in an avoid mode. He is already late.. damn it!!! There… he gave a swift halt to the car and darted inside the inn. He caught my gaze which hurdled his haste. My eyebrows shot up in perfect disgust. He moved as if it hurted to. He reached a table and took a chair opposite to mine. Now my eyes were glued to his. Needless to say, he looked smart and exclusively handsome. He wore an icy blue baggies and a cafton materialed shirt. Well…that’s not going to perk me up. He was tracing the wooden pattern on the table with his fingertips. He gave a sweltery pull to the hairs of his mustache as if checking if it was still there. I asked him to look at me. He dint bother to budge. I dug my fingers in his skin and gave him a piquant pinch. Instantly he looked into my eyes and gave an apologetic grin. I pushed the stray pieces of my hair with a mild brush and stared at him. His eyes were limpid and glistened. Yo! may be he his sorry for what he did. He traced the lining of his eye with his index finger and discovered a drop of tear. The uniformed sexagenarian served us my orders. I stuck a forkful of spagetti in my mouth. The stuff was hot and delicious. He folded his hands over his chest and sank back comfortably in his chair. His nails took a place between his teeth. I finished the eats and looked at him. Hands on his side face, he looked outside as if a sick puppy in fetters waiting for the release after a scourging tragic punishment. This puced up my anger a little more. Out of the ordinary, I was bursting at him in an uncontrolled way. When we were out of ear shot of other people, ……….

to be continued

All about me…..

Halo…. My verbal identification is Priya.I love to think that i have got the genes of writing.I am a little standoffish.I have got trouble swallowing pride.I am a strong headed person.I hate bad-mouthing.I am kind of candid.The self destructive part of me is the laziness. Iam damn sluggish and lack sincerity. After every failure I end up commenting “after all how long am I goin to live in this world”. I enjoy reading books.My favourite authors are Sidney sheldon,Jeffrey Archer,Avis,etc.,I am a little athletically inclined.I am fond of metallic animals.Bugging people is my passion.. solace is when I am with my family lunching alfresco..guess I am an interesting person..lol:) check out!!!!