Kissed and Left

The door was left open, as she rushed in and hugged him. Nobody cared about the door. There was no time, you see. She threw her belongings on the ground near the door and ran and jumped on him and they hugged. They separated to have a look at each other. He still had the paint brush in his hand and the apron was dyed in all colors. He kept the brush and the tray on the stool and looked back at her. She was quivering in anticipation. He took her by her fingers as she closed in. Their eyes met; the palms held each other as he pulled her towards him. Moments later, their lips locked and they were immersed in to the ecstasy. Their saliva mixed as the lips rested on each other, sucking harder and deeper. She stood tall on her pencil heels to get closer. She took his head in her palms and pulled him towards her. He bent to give her the reach. Eyes closed. He held her by her waist and the palms started to move up her backless top feeling her skin to her hair. His fingers went into her short hair and touched the skull. The hair came out of the fingers like waterfalls. A few drops of paint from his fingers tinted a few strands. He moved a bit further and felt her ears and neck. His fingers stopped by the touch of the wrinkled skin. Suddenly he could feel that she was old. He never felt this all these years – not even for once. Her breasts were pressed against his masculine, young and strong stomach. Her stomach was stuck to him too. He could smell her sweat, the pungent smell of her hair and even her bathing cologne. He pulled her even closer. Soon, they were gasping for air, but they did not leave each other.

The environment was so. The mood was so. The ambiguity was so. So much so, that they felt absolutely nothing while being in each other. Only God knows how long they were in that position. Her hands were searching all over his body, for something lost ages ago. He was searching for the same in her mouth; but neither of them could give results to their hunt. They were going crazier with each passing moment. They were getting more candid with each fleeting second. They separated momentarily and they pulled each other to the closest possible extent once more. He entered her hair with his nose – trying to smell her for as long as possible – trying to retain the smell for as long as possible. He has always loved her hair; more when they were long, touching her waist. He kept on snuffling her as he came down to her neck on to her cleavage to her stomach and still father down. She stopped him by his hair and pulled him up. They kissed again. They hugged again. They got lost in the bliss – again!

Suddenly, the car waiting outside shouted – beep, beep! There was sudden break and they parted. They looked in each other’s eyes. The eyes were dripping in need and got wet as well. There was a sudden realization in both the pair of eyes, but they just did not want to let it go. He tried to push her away, but she was adamant. She just pressed unto him more. He held her by her arms and shook her. A few locks came upon her eyes, nose and lips. She looked at him from within those. He moved away the hair locks with his finger and looked away, still holding her with one hand. He could not look at her anymore. She looked up at him and burst into tears. She held them back for a long time – real long time. He left her. She came close and slapped him. He kept looking down; did not utter a single word. She turned and walked away. She picked her belongings as she approached the door and looked back at him. A flyer fell off. He looked at it. It was her passport. She quickly picked it up and ran outside.

It was almost evening and the dusky rays of the Sun outside filled the sky with the perfect shades of sorrow. He came reluctantly to the doorway as she approached the car. She neared it, as her daughter buzzed from the driver’s seat again. She hurried into the car. She looked at him one last time from within the dark window panes, but he could not see her. A few drops came out of her eyes. A few more came out of the driver’s eyes too. She looked at the man in the colorful apron, standing lifelessly leaning on the doorway. She waved at him; he did not feel like waving back – he did not. She grinned and wiped the tears in her eyes and pressed on the gas. The car zoomed away!