In the ether of complete conviviality, my pale grieved face seemed incongruous." What's wrong?",he asked. With shy tears, I replied, " We started this as some simple innocent acquaintance, but now our hearts ache at the thought of moving apart." He blushed and he smiled.
It was a smile with a tinge of melancholy and yet, beamed with still a hope left for the world, those wide lips, which initially were meant for the world, grew a slight prejudice for me, and as they stopped, facing at my visage, my white cheeks turned pink and my wild blue eyes ran elsewhere in the fear of a gaze that had already surpassed the contours of mere friendship...
Even though my mind opposed it, my heart had already latched itself to the heart of his and silence was making much more noise than it was supposed to...
As the entrapping gaze of those hazel eyes grew irresistible, I took my hand a little closer to his and touched them. He grew aware of the warmth my hand proposed, and even though we felt hopeless if the world would accept us, we held hands that day...
He didn't notice my profuse sweating, while I was busy calming down my pacing heart.
That day was our first step towards 'us' and even though we were physically present on the dinner table, our minds ran egad, in the colourful fields of love, that can make even the grey and mundane feel so beautiful.....
People often say that love changes you, but look, our love didn't change us, rather, it made our hearts stronger and our minds more pellucid.
It was the kind of love which shapes the basic foundations of humanity, which effortlessly makes us to push ourselves above and cherish our better counterparts.
This love, which drove us towards betterment was so fulfilling and so surreal, that even our held hands proved to be the gateway for our souls to join forever and awaken into merriment and gaiety.
"And now kids, is the time to sleep."
"But Dad no, please tell the whole story......!"
"With a new day, comes a new mood, and tomorrow, we'll ponder deeper into the intricacies of love...."
"Fine!!"said the brothers in synchrony.
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The Oeuvre of Love
Short StoryA very short classic love story......of two chaste boys growing to be each other's perfect company and realizing the love they have for each other...... Here, A father tells his love story to his kids and is seen reminiscing about the perfect oeuvre...
