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3. I burn in Your FlaMe !

The Thorn Birds 

It was the bloom of hearts
Your songs my caress
Your eyes – my refuge..

I took you as my everything
Only YOU were unaware of my yearning…..

Yet it was my first time
And it was going to be my last time…

-- (By Me )

Chapter 2

I Burn in Your Flame

You ran your fingers along the wall, adorning the pictures of world's acclaimed singers, muttering inaudibly "I wish I could hear you guys... wish i could hear your songs...magic"

And at that moment I silently chanted in my mind, "indeed it was magic." 

After you, I ran my fingers where yours were like it was a Shrine. The act carried a feeling of holding you in my arms - the fragile but determined man, my head was resting in the crook of your neck as I was inhaling your scent because by then I had the rare chance of coming across to know the distinctive aroma your skin carried, the natural honey and vanilla fragrance,  to say I was intoxicated would be the least. I was hypnotised and I could gaze at you-- your eyes, your lips , every inch of you visible, for hours --days. Ages!  

I was by then hopelessly in love with you. Your name was my prayer, your face the Visage of heaven. You were everything I felt irrevocably attracted to and more. My heart was so full with you that it could hand over itself on a silver platter if asked. 

But you were naive of my wantonment. Unaware of my yearning for you. I would occasionally glance at you to observe your face, the shadow falling over your marmorial skin, the pale gleam of your cheeks -- the pink luscious beauty of your lips, your long eyelashes staring so intently at the people with concentration, while mine absorbed yours alone. 

I stopped and recoiled my fingers before you returned from the director's room and returned to my chair, acting aloof, as if wandering in my own world. My hands played on the guitar strings while my mind was clouded by nothing but you. Oblivious to my feelings, you smiled at me the moment our eyes met and came forward to check the wound in my hand. It was July, exactly two months after the incident.  

I couldn't keep the straight face I keep for others and a grin slowly formed at the corner of my lips as I nodded in return. It was then that I realised I, who was often reluctant to voice any word or response at all, had just voiced a gratitude of thanks. You were everything but proud. There was not an ounce of pride in spite of hailing from the Yiling family, nor being the most promising songwriter in the nation. Yes, by then I have collected every information I can of you. I have my sources too you know. I am from the conservative and prestigious family of Wangs though I never take pride in it. I believe in self reliance, not something gained by family connections , but my own hard work. So not many knew who I was except for the Singer and dancer that I was known for and I had to work hard to get it.

Back to the time---

I was quite taken aback as you reached out and touched my forearm to check if I was having any pain there still to which I shook my head a little bit dazed. The moment your cold hands touched my wound I flinched, not because of the pain but because your touch ignited fire in every inch of my body. I felt pleasure I had only imagined but not to the extent that your touch brought to my senses. I controlled my urge to take you in my arms at once, with great difficulty because I didn't want to scare you away. I was not sure how you felt and I promised myself I would soon voice my thoughts to you like a man should and wait patiently with bravery to receive whatever came. To put in precise words I was sure if we met more often we would click instantly because our interests were common 'music' and you would get to know me and I you and what exactly your heart desires, then perhaps I would be able to tread my steps with careful precision. To capture your heart of course, what else ?

But until then, could I just turn myself away from you ? The answer was no. Your gentle smile and warm behaviour pulled me more towards you. Every single time. I kept every song of yours on my phone so I could hear you-- your jingle-like voice that sang to not only my good music sense but more to my heart strings. If songs could kill I would have been long dead. The words sound cheesy, typically cliché but that's the truth. That's how deep I had fallen for you. 

I rarely believed or should I say rather never believed in love at first sight. But here I was totally smitten by your smile, your charm.

It was Love and Yet it was more than Love. I was burning and YOU  were the FLAME ! 

To be Continued ....

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