A – Romantic Ride

After visiting the majestic CN tower and the streets of Toronto we finally arrived at the York dale bus station. It was night by that time and winter cold of Canada was in full force. Thought of smoking a cigarette kept coming to my mind to make myself warm, but cannot able to step out of the Bus station since it was closed everywhere. So I settled down in a chair just opposite to my girl and was caressing her through my eyes. Heart of hearts I was longing to get hold of her hands and wanted to give a sense of warmth to it. I was thinking of some scenes like she is holding my hands and resting in my shoulders. But even though it dint happened physically but mentally it happened.

We got into the bus and I settled for a good seat and luckily there was nobody to the side of my seat and I was praying to some gods that my girl should sit next to me. Seconds later my prayers got answered and she sat exactly where I wanted, it was next to me. It was pitch dark outside and inside the bus. Bus started to move from York dale and heading towards Brampton. I was just seeing flashes of light moving past and it was a deaf silence inside the Bus. I started the conversation with my girl and she immediately responded in a low romantic voice which I cannot forget. We started to talk about the family matters and the conversation kept on going. But majority of the time I was just enjoying being with her inside the dark bus. My ears were listening but my heart wasn’t.

After sometime we were silent and I felt that my heart was talking with her heart. So I just got hold of her hand firmly and kissed it slowly and softly. Then I touched her cheeks softly and she leaned on my shoulders. But I was holding her hands and it so close to my mouth and I thought she would have felt my hot breathing in her hands. During this moment the silence inside the bus was growing. I was seeing her face in that darkness. My eyes were blind but my heart saw her face. I felt a serene beauty, impeccable feminity, icing chill in her hands and perfect physical figure. I summed up everything in her to an angel.

We got out of bus in Brampton and we were walking to the apartment. I went to her house and was feeling hungry and ate some food. After that she gave me milk with turmeric powder in it for my cold and cough. The way she gave the milk showed how she cared for me and I felt motherly love during that time. I, at once began feeling like her child. She then started to eat and I was just sitting next to her and in the way she was feeding me her food and I was mesmerized to experience that love and affection in her eyes when was feeding me. I have seen that only once before with my mother in my lifetime. When I was young she used feed me when she was eating, from her plate, the same was my girl was doing. I had the same feeling on that day after a so many years of gap.

Then with the smile in my lips and love in my heart and with the symphony of events of in my mind I struggled to get sleep that night.