Happy Women’s Day

She was resting on his arm, her hair scattered all along his sleeves, and they felt like scattered brown silk, giving out that sweet fragrance. Her long straight locks with curls toward the end, her face, with closed eyes in perfect peace. He smiled watching her sleep, her face was still speaking describing the tree with red flowers bearing no leaves, with the peeping sun from behind the clouds. He never cared about the object of her description, but he loved her smile, the smile that reached his eye from her lips. He loved her mind hopping from everywhere to his heart where he kept staring at her.

The mole on her lips, on her nose, on her neck, he could never get bored of staring at her all his life. He waved through her hair, putting those flicks away so that he could see her ears, small and adorable. He kept on helplessly staring at her that moment, the blue sky above and the green grass below, slightly moist or may be cold and her presence just melting the moment. She turned towards him placing her palms on his eyes “stop staring me, you are making me conscious even in my sleep” she smiled, snuggling closer. Hugging her slightly close, placing both his arms around her, he asked her what was she thinking. Sketching random arcs on his shirt, leaving behind a shiver in his entire body, she was sketching the picture her mind, and he was staring at her, yet again wondering what is she going to say, could he read her like she could read him, inside out, and he almost drowned in the smile she flashed. Stop staring at me with a “Helplessly in love” expression.
He smiled, ” I am proud to be helplessly in love, with the most beautiful girl in the world, the most special and spectacular girl, the intellectual soul with a child like innocence, crazy, silent, hot and sour” he said.
She suddenly froze, trying hard to drift away, in vain, his grip was way to stronger than hers. They both suddenly went silent, hearing each other breathing. He could feel her melting, snuggling closely to his chest.
“So my lady, how would you like to spend this day?” he asked.
“What is so special about today?” she asked.
“It’s your day today, exclusively for you” he smiled putting her hair behind her ear. He went to look in his pocket and came up with a small object wrapped in Satin. Placing it in her palm, he felt the sudden shiver running through her, “my jewelry box is full, I don’t want any new ornament”, she snubbed refusing to open the box, “you don’t get to win me with materials” she teased him.
“Hmm”, he exhaled, long shaking her softly asking her to open it. She enjoyed it. And he knew it. She got up, lifting her locks, scattered all over him, suddenly depriving him of a warmth that was holding him, her eyes were shining, beaming with a halo, and that was exactly what he wanted to see, that crazy kid excitement to unwrap a gift. He was lying and watching her smiling. Her smile broadened his curve and a wave of satisfaction was scattering with every move she took to unwrap.
And the moment she opened it, she kept staring at him. And he couldn’t stop smiling, blowing a kiss to the teary amazement in her eyes.
The gift was a pair of blue earing she saw sometime back but did not buy because she failed to get a satisfactory bargain. And he had already imagined her in them, how could he not get her those. And the rest was being expressed by the moment.
“Happy Women’s Day” he said.
And she hugged him back covering them with her locks, and he could feel her beats in sync with his, surrounded by a familiar warmth.

Manowara Chowdhury