They Met for no Reason

She walked in the room and sat beside him, the place was overcrowded and their thighs touched each other. Everybody was waiting for the screening of a short film. She asked him, “did you guys made this film?”He said, “Yes we did” .Who knew life would change for both of them after this simple exchange of words.

Each time they met, they slipped into an intimacy and closeness they could not stop as if the river just flowed, as if someone had opened the latch, as if there was something more important than taking in air.

They had to go out for dinner; she struggled with strings on the back of her dress and he sitting on a slouchy sofa in the dim lit room admired her between the strings through the gossamer curtains. She walked out of the room and suddenly their conversations turned into an altercation ,I don’t remember the reason.Why I don’t remember it now, I don’t have a reason for that. They got tired and slowly the twilight turned into a quiet night .It was not so quiet as the dogs were barking somewhere near the watchman’s hut but still an known silence  had taken a huge space inside the house. She had loosened those strings as they were not required anymore and was lying on the bed clutching a pillow close to her bosom. He walked in and looked at her back and then gradually moved his hand around her waist to make her face him and as she looked up he held her close to him and snuggled his face between her bosoms. The night was sultry and some breeze came from a wooden window on their left, teasing the sweat between their bodies. He told her about his childhood pranks and hurts, distant family and close friends, his failures and punishments and those scars which have made him what he is today. He cried in her solace as if he was a lost wanderer fooled by the mirages of life and was finally resting in the shades of palm.They fell asleep gradually and in the morning she found a note on the bed. What was in the note I don’t know but she had a grin.

She was waiting for him in a café which was at a walking distance from her place and as it had been raining the whole day she had carried her lilac umbrella with her .She was wearing a yellow knee length dress which had tiny white flowers on the hemline and her hair were still wet .He walked in as if he did not care that she existed and then sat opposite to her and ordered two lattes without asking her. He watched her sip as her lips touched the rim of the cup and how she kept the cup back on the table. He did not say a word and just penned her beauty down in his thoughts which enticed his eyes, the beauty which had no reason of its existence; it just existed as it had to. He left paying the bill and she left with one hand holding the umbrella and the other had white lilies. Somewhere in those moments between opening the lock on the door and before entering the house she decided to sit on the porch and watch the rain as it falls. Her hands rested between her legs and her toes were getting wet with each drop. She wanted to have his child not because she wanted a child to mother, not because she wanted a marriage not because she was a woman but she wanted to know him since innocence .Rain had stopped and she went inside.

They never met after that evening. They were the young lovers of the spring who had lost their way in the summer heat and when the rains came the world got greener and they turned grey.Although I believe in one of those winters they will grow a sapling because fertile thoughts are not dependent on seasons.