It was too cold to keep hands out. No pockets to put hands in, she had put one of her hands in his jacket's pocket to warm up. Holding on to his hand, her hand got enveloped like larva in the cocoon. The moment took her to a cosy rememberance of a day into the hills of Himachal when she was pacing past a road alongside him.
The memory of that splendid moment gave her a gush inside. She felt pleased to find that he still stands alongside and that memories still stay afresh and close. And years later even, the touch of his hands causes the same magic to unchurn.
She looked straight into his eyes and smiled.
He too smiled, his eyes showing recall of the same moment.
And then they smiled together to relive it.
1 comment:
This one also is just lovely too :-)
God bless u my child
keep writing
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