Riya
wondered what was keeping Rohan away from her. He spent a lot of time with his
computer and the rest of his time at work. They were wonderful lovers, whom
people adored. Today, they were both caught in the cob webs of lives; too busy
even for a touch. There were times they wanted to feel the touch of each other,
walk hand in hand in the beach. There were times when Rohan would travel hours
together just to hold her hands watching a movie or a rub her cheeks looking in
her eyes. Now that they are married, he can admire her the same way and no one
would question him but he doesn't have the time or so he said.
'Are
you looking at someone else?' She would want to ask but zip the words in her
mouth. She had trusted him when they got married and trusted him even then. All
she wanted was to make him feel the magic of a touch again; to make him understand
what magic his touch would cast on her.
She
called him and asked him to come early. He came home late as usual. She sat in
a corner weeping heavily. He asked her what had happened. She did not react.
She froze in the corner she was sitting in. Tears flooded her face. He wiped
her tears asking her, repeatedly, what had happened.
'I wanted you to wipe my tears.'
She said.
'But why did you cry in the first
place?' He asked.
'Because I wanted you to wipe my
tears.' She said, still continuing to shed tears.
It took a few seconds for him to
comprehend what she meant. She wanted him to touch her cheeks. She wanted him
to experience the magic of love that worked on them with those gentle touches.
'If this is what your tears make me do, there is no harm in crying at least once a day' He said and giggled.
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