Kiss me baby one more time
It rained yesterday evening. I was relieved by the first showers of the season, but my respite turned into restlessness during the night. Weather was humid, the circular movement of pedestal fan swayed memories back and forth to the day you kissed me. Each swirl of fan took me to those stairs where you held me by my waist. I was confused, did I try to get away or I melted right into your arms? I am not sure. How it happened has faded, but not how I felt. I guess they are right about the first kiss.
I turned sides endless times. Each time I closed my eyes to gather the sequence of that moment, a strong surge engulfed me. I drowned in swivet that dried my throat and left my body aching for it one more time. I still remember the salty fragrance of your body, your off-white t-shirt and the intoxicating taste of your mouth. Later, I picked up my phone and checked our college photo in which Priya tagged all of us on Facebook. It was just after that kiss Priya clicked it outside the cafe. I didn’t have the courage to look at you. You were smiling, was it because of the kiss?
If yes, then you should smile that way more often. Hope you know what I mean.