A WINTER SECRET: Confessions of a woman blessed with true love -for Mix It Up contest

Written by: Mehnaz Veetil

A WINTER  SECRET: Confessions of a woman blessed with true love .(for Mix It Up  contest)
                                         
                                          frost shields the window
                                       deepening the sleep within --
                                                  soft snores

  The winter chill cut deep. An eerie frosty silence loomed all over white stillness. Glad, my heart was the only thing that was on fire .But it had been so since the advent of that winter. True, funny too, I had met him only a couple of times and spoke to him just once. Then, our eyes had held each other’s in rapturous oblivion of the commotion around us .My heart began its tremble at the very thought .I was deeply intrigued at the throb, but I let it stay. It was a sweet tantalizing torment  .I disguised all that girly cravings in a sophisticated smile and appeared composed. All the while the feminine faculty raced frantically within the psyche to sort an answer for my mammoth attraction and hazed feelings… can it be love? I pulled on my mauve suede jacket and ankle high boots , let myself out for a tranquil pace of contemplation free from the ribbing of reality. Shamelessly banal, I began. Was it his sleek movements, or his deep tawny eyes, or his frank demeanor, or his graceful hands? I was panting. I stopped there .I entered a café for a warm recluse. As I waited for my cafe -latte at a corner table, I was drawn into a penetrating set of eyes, caught quite off-guard. He approached me and with that throaty chuckle and sincere plea, he asked me out for a walk. [Crazy? I thought to myself when I saw the  soft drizzle outside].

    We walked along the slippery side lanes .Heavy lidded and glazed, my eyes picked beauty in abundance .Everywhere .My hands deep in pockets and chin held up, I gave a good pretense. To  look calm. But my nerves were crackling in excitement. Winter winds were harsh .He took me home. Astonishing ,I found myself talking to him with an astounding ease.Waves of warm love exuded and all I longed for was to be in his arms. But I sat there with  a put on stoic diplomacy. Tapestries were classy and beautiful, I noted. And that was all .Vision blurred and wild honey flowed... I felt a warm homecoming in his arms, as natural as a flower blooming under tender moonlight....

                                                  
                                                   the moon shines
                                                 on two sated lovers -- 
                                                    cell -phone rings
                                                 



Mehnaz,
30.01.2013.

For Debbie 's Mix It Up Contest.