A Moonlight Sonata....

It was 3 AM

A heavy sigh, he looks over and there she is, his life, the woman who brings a lot to him in many, many ways. She had decided to spend the night, she doesn't stay very often, he always wanted her to stay, but she rarely does. It’s special for him when she stays. For reasons she knows; but she does not really understand why it is so special for him.

He sits up and putting his hand under his head, looking over at her, there she is, and the sheet barely covering her tanned and toned body. He looks at her as she lies there on her back, her head is turned towards him, her eyes are closed, and the sheet rises and falls as she breathes. Her breasts are just barely covered by the sheet. Her dark hair is all tussled.

He enjoys watching her sleep, to him she is beautiful and even more so when he watches her as she sleeps. Her face is without its normal loud smile, and her makeup all gone, not that she needs much. But when he watches her like this it makes him appreciate her beauty and tenderness, the soft and gentle touch she has.

Previous night they both cooked a casual dinner together. She had brought some red wine with her. They had the dinner in the balcony and sipped the red wine under the moonlight. Silence was their language. Neither he spoke a word nor she.

She now sleeps like a cherub, close to him, feeling safe n secure!! He keeps gazing at her angelic face, kiss curls rubbing on her face; her kohl smudged eyes, soft skin, her raspberry lips and didn't know when he fell into a trance.

He wakes up to see its morning. She is gone. His wait starts for another night

Aint it funny....

It was a cozy small cafe, wooden walls, retro ambience, and some slow rock of 80’s on the player. There was not much of crowd in the beginning of the day. I was enjoying freshly brewed coffee with a work friend. She works in the adjacent building to mine. The wind was blowing cold. We were laughing at the usual office gossip.

She had recently divorced her abusive husband and seemed quite happy with her painstaking decision. I, on the other hand was planning, shopping for my marriage, to an unknown man, a complete stranger, who my family had decided. This man was an IT professional working in the US and came from an affluent family of my native village, I was told. I was candidly happy to get married to that man. I innocently thought and dreamt about my soul partner, or so I thought.

Suddenly, a loud conversation attracted my attention. It was a man, in the adjacent couch.

He was talking to someone probably his colleague. They were engrossed in a serious conversation. He was casually dressed, in a crisp beige shirt and smart denim jeans. I generally don’t look at anyone twice. And when it’s a man, I would not look at him. This was what I was thought from childhood, not to look at boys or men. But his distinct features that were making me melt. His hair was curly and jet-black, falling just above his shoulder, his eyes glassy and mysterious. He was mind-blowing. I saw him and for a second and I stopped breathing.

His lips were voluptuous, pure and soft. I could not help, drooling at him. His eyes, there was a passageway to his soul.

I felt my heart racing, an adrenalin rush, and an instant yearning in the pit of my stomach. I felt uneasy and vulnerable. I didn’t know this man and he didn’t know me yet I felt I knew him well and he knew me too.

But then I didn’t fail to notice, that his attention was also distracted from his conversation. He looked straight at me. In his glassy blue eyes, I could feel a sense of familiarity and anxiety. His gaze felt like a sharp weapon, piercing through my heart in one vicious blow. A smile beamed across his extremely handsome face. He was caught in mid sentence, for he too had lost his train of thought. He drooled at me, as if we were lovers.

His soul knew me. I was confused. I thought I was in love with my fiancé, but this mans energy, destroyed all. It was strange. The sensation that this man created in me, forced me to question my future.

Was I going to get married to my soul partner? The right one? If he was the right one, why am I so puzzled?

Or this one is love at first sight? I have argued with a lot of my friends that it was crap.

As a practical girl, not to be reckoned with I severed eye contact yet; I have to accept that I am a dreamer with my head lost in the heavens. I bid farewell to my friend and made my way out to the car.

A voice deep inside me screamed. You must not marry!

His thoughts were running through my mind, I couldn’t ignore. I decided to come over for the coffee, the next day, same place, same time.

"Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny...
And you can't move on even though you try...
Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel...
Oh, I wish this could be real..."

Jenefer Lopez was running in my mind

Miracle

The first time that I saw Carole, was at a crossing. I was on one side and she on the other side. I couldn’t resist taking out my mobile a clicking a picture of her. I have never done this before. I felt crazy. That girl sure had something. I extracted the picture on to my PC to see a larger version of the same. I wasn’t in love with her until I saw her piercing eyes and innocent smile. She didn’t have any make up on. She was uniquely gorgeous! She appeared and disappeared in a flash.

The second time I saw her was a pleasant accident on a Friday evening, at a pub after a month or so. She was sitting at a table with three other ladies. Her beauty was beyond description. The long black tousle framed her cherubic face. Her deep brown eyes were sparkling with excitement. In fact, she was so gorgeous that I dared not approach her. I just watched her from a distance.

"How could an average looking guy as myself approach a woman like her?" I sat terrified in the corner. She was animated when she talked. I could almost include myself into the conversation just by watching her hand motions. She was so alive. Her beauty was pulling me, tugging at me to talk to her.

I slowly stood up from my half eaten sandwich, and half drunk beer to talk to her, but fear grabbed me and sat down again. Looking down at myself, I knew that I had nothing to be ashamed off. I was looking ok in a branded T-shirt and jean. Yet, the trouble was that, I was just average.

I could feel the natural romantic urges taking over my body and knew that I should better get out of the room. Looking around, I realized that there was no other door except the one beside her. I had to find a way to relax. I needed something to distract myself. I found nothing other than her distracting me.
I had to force myself to walk beside her. I would have taken two steps, before I realize what, I was on the floor, my face down. I had slipped and was right at her feet.
“WTH” I said to myself
"Are you all right?" she asked.
As the waiters tried to help me to my feet, I shrugged them off. Standing to my feet, I was okay. I made direct eye contact with her.
"Thank you ...uh.." I paused
"Carole, my name is Carole Joseph," she volunteered.
"Thank you Carole."
She grinned.
“You ok?”
“Oh yeah fine, I m ok” I blurted
"I am glad you are fine."
Suddenly, the manager appeared in the scene from nowhere and escorted me to the hotel's doctor's office. After a quick examination, they gave me an examination report and refunded my bill. As soon as I got out, I looked for Carole. She was no longer in the pub. My heart dropped to my stomach. There were no signs of her. I just wished that I would see her again.

About four months had passed. I had almost forgotten her…
One cold winter evening I was sitting on the shores of Juhu beach
"Hello Stranger, " some familiar female voice I heard from behind.
"Hello," I responded turning back.
To my surprise, it was her. ‘Miracle” that day, I believed. I felt something click between us. It was like we were old friends that had not seen each other in years. Both of us were blushing.
"I knew, I would meet you again," she said with a slight grin. I knew at that point that she felt the same connection. I smiled back a grateful smile.
It no longer mattered where she was. Miles across the oceans was immaterial to me. I decided she was the one, my soul mate.
"Would you like to go on a walk? I love to walk along the beach during a sunset." She asked me
Until then, I didn’t notice that the sun had started to sink into the sea. The huge fireball was cuddling with some distant wave. This moment of conflict between day and night, the sun and sky was the most magnificent sight.
"Oh that would be great, " I answered.
We walked and talked along the beach. Conversation was easy and comfortable with her. Our talks seemed to compliment each other like the color of the sky complimented the sea. The more that we walked, the fewer people we saw on the beach. We might have walked long, suddenly I realized we had the beach to ourselves. No people in sight.
I found myself staring at the horizon. The bit of the sun that was still showing was creating a myriad of colors on the horizon. It was a beautiful sight that stirred emotions deep inside of me. As I blended with the scene, I felt Carole’s hand slip into mine. I saw that she too was watching nature reveal her most beautiful treasure, the sunset at sea. She made that day, the sunset so beautiful for me

I knew that a gorgeous sunrise wasn’t far away…..