Jaanuu
Favoured Frenzy
For that, " Njan kanavil kandoru snehithan "
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Before I fall
The cafe was a sea of dissolving identities. Voices rose in a chaotic way, tangling in that humid air, while laughter spilled across marble tops like wine. In those dim corners, emotions possessed a luminescence that the flickering lights could not claim. We were all strangers, tethered only by the transient rituals of the afternoon.
A line of my favorite song drifted through the corridors of my mind, “Neelavinte neelabhasmaa kuri aninjavalee.” It was a fragment of a song, a melody of moonlight and sacred ash. I smiled at the ghost of the thought. And then, the universe narrowed. Our eyes met, and the cacophony of the city died into a sudden, breathless hush.
He gestured toward the empty chair, I nodded, without even giving a thought. He moved and came and sat.
“Hey, Nila.”
His voice held the texture of worn velvet slightly frayed at the edges, possessing a soft, rhythmic crackle like parchment, yet radiating an inexplicable warmth. He was dressed in the hue of a fading sunset an onion-pink shirt that seemed to absorb the room’s gentleness. He carried no pretension, only an endearing, boyish ease. His smile was so cold, that I got frozen in it.
We spoke, though our words were merely the surface tension of a deeper sea. We navigated the trivial and the infinite. As the light shifted, I felt the gravity of his gaze settle upon my lips, a gaze that was neither hurried nor hungry. In a moment of unconscious vulnerability, I bit my lower lip. And the air between us grew heavy with the weight of unsaid things.
He moved his chair, closing the distance that logic dictates between strangers. With a boldness, he framed my face in his hands, his palms feeling the warmth. And his lips met mine, it was not so sudden. It began as a whisper of touch, his breath a warm mist against my skin. Then, the rhythm deepened.
A passionate exchange of souls through the smooches, my lower lip squeezed in between his and his upper lips in between mine, a slow, deliberate communion.
Then, the alarm. I pulled back, the suddenness of 5:00 PM cutting through the haze like a blade.
“I must leave,” I whispered, the weight of the waking world settling on my shoulders.
“Will you come back?” His eyes were wide, desperate to retain the feast.
“Yes. I will.”
“When? I will wait.”
“I cannot say,” I replied, gathering my stuffs into my bag. I stood, looking at him one last time. “I will be back soon.”
“I will wait,” he said, again. And in his voice, I heard the patience of the stars, waiting for the night to reclaim them.
(Continue?)
~Jaanu
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Before I fall
The cafe was a sea of dissolving identities. Voices rose in a chaotic way, tangling in that humid air, while laughter spilled across marble tops like wine. In those dim corners, emotions possessed a luminescence that the flickering lights could not claim. We were all strangers, tethered only by the transient rituals of the afternoon.
A line of my favorite song drifted through the corridors of my mind, “Neelavinte neelabhasmaa kuri aninjavalee.” It was a fragment of a song, a melody of moonlight and sacred ash. I smiled at the ghost of the thought. And then, the universe narrowed. Our eyes met, and the cacophony of the city died into a sudden, breathless hush.
He gestured toward the empty chair, I nodded, without even giving a thought. He moved and came and sat.
“Hey, Nila.”
His voice held the texture of worn velvet slightly frayed at the edges, possessing a soft, rhythmic crackle like parchment, yet radiating an inexplicable warmth. He was dressed in the hue of a fading sunset an onion-pink shirt that seemed to absorb the room’s gentleness. He carried no pretension, only an endearing, boyish ease. His smile was so cold, that I got frozen in it.
We spoke, though our words were merely the surface tension of a deeper sea. We navigated the trivial and the infinite. As the light shifted, I felt the gravity of his gaze settle upon my lips, a gaze that was neither hurried nor hungry. In a moment of unconscious vulnerability, I bit my lower lip. And the air between us grew heavy with the weight of unsaid things.
He moved his chair, closing the distance that logic dictates between strangers. With a boldness, he framed my face in his hands, his palms feeling the warmth. And his lips met mine, it was not so sudden. It began as a whisper of touch, his breath a warm mist against my skin. Then, the rhythm deepened.
A passionate exchange of souls through the smooches, my lower lip squeezed in between his and his upper lips in between mine, a slow, deliberate communion.
Then, the alarm. I pulled back, the suddenness of 5:00 PM cutting through the haze like a blade.
“I must leave,” I whispered, the weight of the waking world settling on my shoulders.
“Will you come back?” His eyes were wide, desperate to retain the feast.
“Yes. I will.”
“When? I will wait.”
“I cannot say,” I replied, gathering my stuffs into my bag. I stood, looking at him one last time. “I will be back soon.”
“I will wait,” he said, again. And in his voice, I heard the patience of the stars, waiting for the night to reclaim them.
(Continue?)
~Jaanu
