It's not the happily-ever-afters that bring magic but the trail of feelings that keeps coming back in the form of different encounters with different faces, binding stories after stories of the purest of feelings which are otherwise next to impossible for words to express. For me, that's the notion of a 'Hallmark romance'. For I know how I felt when I felt and it lives on forever without a pause or gap. In this series of shorter stories, I deeply wish to share some of those extraordinary encounters of forever young memories of how I felt when I felt.
It was a winter evening. All the roads were beginning to be covered with more frequent snowfall. I was sitting alone, my feet relaxing on top of each other and my eyes fixated at the snowy window. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I opened it to find the new self-announced friend standing right there. He stood there with a bottle of champagne and a bag of chocolate balls. I guess he had bought them in the super-mart and headed straight to my apartment. When I was surprised to see him at the door, he started singing Happy Birthday to me. Unexpected but amazed I was. That evening was my birthday eve, and he came to wish me on my special day. Needless to say, I was quite impressed and delighted with the gesture. We had a long and lovely chat that evening over champagne and chocolate balls.
I don't exactly remember what we were talking about. But he made me speak a lot that evening until to the point when we realized we would be late for the weekend trip to Paris had we not dispersed and packed immediately. I told him to rush to his apartment and he obliged happily before giving me another unexpected surprise. I was about to fold my relaxed feet to give him way to the door when he quickly took the glass of champagne from my hand and, before I could even make any sense of anything else, put his lips across mine to seal a sweet little birthday kiss. It was free of lust or any such thing anyone could possibly name and full of pure admiration for a beauty with intellectual vibes. That's what I felt. Very strongly. That was a kiss with a "I will always remember how I felt just now" vibe. I still do.
It was a winter evening. All the roads were beginning to be covered with more frequent snowfall. I was sitting alone, my feet relaxing on top of each other and my eyes fixated at the snowy window. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I opened it to find the new self-announced friend standing right there. He stood there with a bottle of champagne and a bag of chocolate balls. I guess he had bought them in the super-mart and headed straight to my apartment. When I was surprised to see him at the door, he started singing Happy Birthday to me. Unexpected but amazed I was. That evening was my birthday eve, and he came to wish me on my special day. Needless to say, I was quite impressed and delighted with the gesture. We had a long and lovely chat that evening over champagne and chocolate balls.
I don't exactly remember what we were talking about. But he made me speak a lot that evening until to the point when we realized we would be late for the weekend trip to Paris had we not dispersed and packed immediately. I told him to rush to his apartment and he obliged happily before giving me another unexpected surprise. I was about to fold my relaxed feet to give him way to the door when he quickly took the glass of champagne from my hand and, before I could even make any sense of anything else, put his lips across mine to seal a sweet little birthday kiss. It was free of lust or any such thing anyone could possibly name and full of pure admiration for a beauty with intellectual vibes. That's what I felt. Very strongly. That was a kiss with a "I will always remember how I felt just now" vibe. I still do.
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