The way they looked at each other-from the tiniest corners of their eyes, across the road he walked down everyday.
The way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her right ear trying to suppress a stupid grin each time she caught him looking.
This way how each of their silences was being packed with so many inexplicable little unnamed desires, was getting crazy. It was like you could touch the air between their faces and feel the vibrations of these weird waves hitting every molecule of space.
It was like the air- this thing.
This thing that was getting too hard to bear.
Each time she smiled, each time he ran his fingers through his new haircut.
It just got crazier this way. Crazier and Better.
Neither of them had the right word for it till he hit upon it that night while he sat trying to read a book.
The corners of his lips curled into a smile.
"I swear, man. It's always so electric.", he said to himself.
13 comments:
Aw. Yes, it always IS so electric. Beautifully written, B. :)
Actually, science suggests it's chemicals.
one of the loveliest things I've read in a long time...
Like your new blog look. :)
like...no make it love the new look...and not exactly a very mushy attempt at mush, was this? electricity, or chemistry...we cant deny the role of biology, can we?
thanks for the blog look appreciation :)
@lokkhi,this is ALL the mush i'm capable of.dont write much of it :p
Chotto Baksho, this is almost all the mush i am capable of stomaching...:)
did I mention that I loved it?
And electric, it mostly is. :)
Very well written.
happened to come by your blog..and found it quite electric :)
This one is nice. Reminds me faintly of a post similar to mine many years back.
its more like starry-sequined mush! lovely.
Did i like it better because in my mind there was the imagery of you dramatizing the whole thing? :)
@reema, you just know me too well :)
You must be a careful observer dont you.I bet your brain memory card is the best perfomer.
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