He kept staring in wonder. It was like a beautiful movie unvealing in front of his eyes. It was like a violet blooming in the dusk. It was like a newborn coming to life. He was captivated. He was grasped by her presence. He never understood why this happened everytime he saw her. It was like something he had never seen or felt before. It was electricity. It was elasticity. It was relativity. It was everything combined that Heisenberg, Newton and Einstein could never explain. And it was everything that the fundamental laws of physics couldn't decipher. It was everything that the programmers and coders at NSA couldn't decrypt. It always felt like she was gravity, pulling him, quenching him, drawing him towards her. And he always gave in. He gave in to sweet torture. But he was glad. Glad to be tortured. Rather, he was amazed because the torture never felt like one. To him it was the manna from heaven. Maybe it was how the devil worked. Luring him in disguise, to the inevitable, to his doom!
He made up his mind. He had to do it and he had to do it now. He had to change. Change because she changed. She wore blue. He wore blue. She changed to black as the night fell. So did he, looking at her adoringly at which she locked her eyes with him for a milisecond and blushed.
The sky blushed, for the sea never ceased being a terrific flirt! ♡❤♡
-Debomita Sadhu
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