They made love like cultured social animals and fell apart exhausted on the bed, panting, and looking at the fan that was humming and running in circles. They turned to face each other and as though matching each other’s thoughts, they clasped in a quiet thump.
Dreamy, fatigued, eyes closed, she could hear his heart pace down. She noted how her heart followed suit. He kissed her on her cheek, breaking her thought and her lips into a smile.
“Don’t let the smile allure me to kiss you again”, he teased her.
“The kiss has served its purpose. My smile will ask no more,” she answered.
He let out a happy sigh and asked, “Do you know that when a man kisses a woman on her cheek, it means that he has surrendered himself to her? To love? It’s like his first kiss to the first woman in his life – his mother. A love in all its innocence. That’s how he loves the woman he holds in his arms now.”
“Is this the part where I say, ‘I love you too’?” she mused, “It’s been a while since I told you so.”
“You’ve been away for a while,” he offered.
“You’ve kept me away for a while,” she taunted.
“That’s what you’ve been thinking for a while,” he reasoned.
“That’s how you’ve been making me think for a while,” she finished and then started to say something.
In that lapsing moment, she wanted to tell him how much she missed him all these days but she stopped herself and let a tear spill silently and unnoticed into the pillow.
She missed calling him ‘Chakku’…