His tongue tangling between his teeth, eyes focused, eyebrows concentrating and mind playing with random thoughts. I could read him , he probably has no idea I have control over his illusions.
The world he was imagining was my endless journey.Those four corners were witnessing the bliss of love, those rains brought with them showers of those smiles which i was waiting for.
"Where are you lost?" He would ask innocently with that childish tone- monotonous but deep.
I would just wake up from my tales hitting my head and say," I'm here only, Its good".
"I like this color more than the previous one," making every possibly perfect stroke , he would murmur his counterclaims but I was cold , frozen in his eyes. I preferred to read his lips more than hearing him.
Getting into his box- without letting him know.
He held my hand with his.
I was puzzled, my mind was questioning me, how could someone love me? , Is it true or just a game of betrayl, is it seriously that warm? Or just the winter afternoon's fake sun.
I would shut those riddles down but my closed eyes won't give me answers. But that kiss on my hands with his eyes closed- gave me all assertions.
"It's done , how's it?".
The excitement and zest in his voice,turned me to look at him.
"It's good, just perfect like you".
The color by which he painted my nails would shed but the answers to all my questions would never.
They would live in me and even my closed eyes would memerize that kiss on my hand again and again.