We sat under an unreal sky, smells of the night engulfing us. Noises that the sea made in the creek kept us awake. I had never seen the waves hit rock, and vanish into foam. And this brought back dead dreams in my eyes. It was so beautiful. A five minute walk kept a lighthouse from us. We had been fighting over the name of his new firm, which might come into existence after he quit sometime in the future. We ran through all the complicated Sanskrit words, then French. We had come back to English for sometime. I felt like falling asleep on his shoulder, but for the noises the sea made. We leant on the cold wall of rock behind us, half way into a dreamy non-existence. Time forgot to move, probably. Or if it had moved at all, it had forgotten to take us along. Felt like 5:40, eversince.
Let's keep no record, he said.
It should rain, shouldn't it? It's June anyway..and the monsoons lost their way, over the sea. I wanted it to rain, so much. Dry leaves came floating, like messengers of the world that existed, somewhere away. We were fighting anyway about the name of our future, weren't we? everything had itself buffered from us..
After longish fights with fate, we had found each other. Hands were to be held, for now. Our journeys to each other might have been long and tortuous, but the sighs at the end, have answered my questions, all of them.
We still couldn't figure out that name, mishchievously fighting over how we would never actually coincide. Then we would diverge again into the selves we were before we met. And safely seal the now that we were spending on a dusky afternoon awaiting the monsoon near the sea, into a memory, or better treat it as a dream that could have continued, but we had rather it didn't.
PS: I had been waiting for a over a year to write this, but when someone told me why cant you stop thinking so much and be your age, i couldn't help it any longer!