Suddenly I felt something weird, something different, something warm. She had put her hands on my hands. I never expected her do so. It was like I was living my dream. Her touch was electric. Her touch was assuring. She made me forget everything. My poor home, divorced parents, my frustrating job, my unrequited love, fatigue, worries, the uncomfortable weather- I forgot everything. It was the moment of pure bliss. Her warm touch was driving me nuts. I looked up. Everyone else was oblivious to the intensity of emotions at the back of public bus. I looked back down at her hands covering mine. We both turned our hands at the same time, as if she knew my thoughts, so our hands were palm against palm...finger against finger. It felt delicate. I felt being cared. I was holding her hands..
I understand it is not a poem. But it is something very close to my heart. Something I have always been proud of. That's why I wanted to share it with my HP friends. It is actually a part of a story I wrote long time back. And that story is still incomplete. But this paragraph always made me feel better about myself. I sincerely hope that you like it. All your comments and feedback are welcome. For 'complete' story, go to following link http://august9dev.blogspot.in/2015/01/i-was-holding-her-hands.html