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Drop. Drop. Drop. I opened my eyes to the sullen sound of rain hitting the glass of the window pane. I snuggled closer into my pillow and watched rain drops as they slid down the misty glass in rivulets, to suddenly disappear over the edge. I slightly shuffled, trying to stretch in bed, but found myself unable to move around Then I remembered. With my hands curled up on either side of me, his hands were securely wrapped around my waist. I smiled. It had to be at least “I am so sorry! I can’t pick you up. The rain is just crazy out here. I can’t even step out of the house!” I began mentally calculating. If I got up, he would definitely wake up too, and refuse to go back to sleep. Sleep didn’t come to him so often and he wasn’t modest enough to doze back off. And yesterday was exhausting for both of us. The meeting, our presentation, his car breaking down, a mile long walk under the heavy rain... So without a choice, I happily stayed where I was and continued to watch the rain falling down the side of the window. Softly, he groaned beside me and pulled me closer in his sleep. Unaware of the fact of what he had just done, as my back slowly collided with his chest. Gently, I turned around to look at him. He looked so peaceful. Slow breath escaped his lips and a day old beard began surfacing across the side of his squared jaw. His closed eyes were gently moving from left to right and clearly it looked as if he were dreaming. I turned my head to its former position facing away and suddenly froze as he groaned again. This time, he brought one of his hand across me and found my fingers, automatically entwining them together. His warm hands thawing my frozen fingers with just one touch. Silently I giggled to myself. I wonder what he was dreaming about. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I opened them to find dull rays of sunlight peeking through the thick curtains in our dimly lit room. The light fell on a little spot in my hand. Glittering, as it focused on an engagement ring on my finger, and again I couldn’t help smiling. Thinking about how he proposed, awkwardly bending on one knee, and bringing out a black velvet box. “Will you marry me?” Instinctively, I shuffled closer to him at that thought. I could feel his breath down my neck and I slightly shivered, touching the tips of my toes against the thick quilt that cover us. The sound of the rain was still imminent and the soft breaths he took, made everything around me mute down to these two things. The cold, gray room, his hands around me, the ring… I found myself happily sighing. Moments like this when the entire world seemed perfect was hard to describe. Moments when you wished time would just stop and you would be stuck in that small space of oblivious happiness forever. Moment like this… Slower than before, I turned my head to face his and before I knew what I was doing, I placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you” I whispered, touching the tip of my frozen nose to the base of his neck. Not caring whether he heard it or not. I knew he loved me more than anyone. In a matter of seconds his lips formed into a lazy smile of their own and he pulled me closer, my head on the side of his chest and his hand around my back. “I love you too” I smiled into his crumpled shirt. Wishing such spells of simple joy would appear in the future bits of our life together. However small, however insignificant, such periods proving that no matter how rough life would lead to be, someone’s love is all you need to get through. So we just laid there. Nestled together in the warmth of love. Listening to the dull pitter patter of raindrops, soothing us to blissful sleep.
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Added on September 7, 2009Last Updated on September 7, 2009 AuthorWriterMeIndiaAboutYou know its funny how I have been on this site for nearly three years and never bothered to change the About me? And the funniest part if it all was how you read your before About me and smile at how.. more..Writing
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