She brushed her hand through his hair. It was lunch time and she just had hers and he was yet to go. He was lost in his work over an intermittent issue. He was pulled back to reality and her touch was a relief to him. He realized he was hungry, but a hunger of different kind though. She smiled and whispered “Hey” into his ears. He forgot about the work and was drunk in her sweet voice. He had feelings for her and she was his friend. Feelings, he wasn’t sure what they meant. He smiled back at her and looked deep into her eyes.

She anticipated that he was busy and gestured him to carry on and turned to leave. His hand almost reached for her hand as an involuntary response to not let her go. Almost. She walked away with her back facing him. He kept looking at her, hoping that she will turn before disappearing into her work. And she did. His happiness had no bounds. But he pretended calm outside, but a grin escaped his face. She saw that, yet she didn’t understand what it meant! He looked away from him and grinned just like he did.

A couple of minutes later, she went to the pantry to fetch some coffee still thinking about her last encounter with him. Was he really into her ? Or was he just being a little playful? Or did he like her? Then why hasn’t he proposed yet? Why is he taking so long time. She was having a lot of unanswered questions. But she was happy for something and believed that she would be optimistic and everything would turn up perfectly, hoping that he is waiting for the right moment. She assured herself that she could wait and felt content in that fact.

She took her cup from the cup tray and placed it in the small opening of the coffee machine and started pressing the buttons to select her kind of afternoon poison. While she was waiting for the machine to do its magic, she felta warm hand clutching her hand turning her around. She wasn’t mentally prepared for this episode not it was appropriate for anyone to do this at office and she almost screamed. Her face had turned red, her brows raised and her eyes screamed shock. And all that vanished when her eyes met his, soft, dark brown eyes. The kind of eyes that spoke love, desire and affection at length. Not only that, she also saw want, a hint of desperation, a little fear and a little hesitation.

He was holding her in his arm, she was a litle bent backwards. He tucked her hair that fell on her forehead behind her ear. With a little hesitation, he said in a low soft voice that turned on her somehow, “I .. Love you”. He confessed while he ran his finger across edge of her lower lip. Before she could respond, he looked deep into her eyes implying that he meant what he said and wasted no more time. A moment later his lips met hers in a blissful union of two souls.

He took her lips, pink, soft , luscious and blissful taste of strawberry. They were the most kissable lips he had ever seen and it was a no-brainer that he couldn’t resist. She was taken aback for a second at his sudden confession and advance. But she knew that she also wanted this to happen. Though what she had in mind was a little different, but this was fine as well. She tried not to think too much about it and enjoy the moment. So, she didn’t hold back. She was somehow smitten by that kiss, overcame with bliss, floating on a cloud and feeling exquisite. She mirrored his passion and poured her emotions resulting in a stimulating ecstasy. He had not planned for this to happen. But he had given about this a couple of times if it ever came to this, yet he wasn’t sure how to. And now as it was finally happening he wanted every moment to count.

He started kissing passionately, giving the hint of his tongue. It was new for him, for her, but both felt good. He was holding her face with one hand while the other one slowly crawled down to her curve and then slowly to her ass. He grabbed it as it was his own as the intensity of kissing increased a notch. It was getting really hot in the office pantry. She flung her arms around his shoulders running her hands through his soft hair, pushing towards her, to taste him, to devour him completely. His other hand which was holding her neck, slid down trailing the neck, the chest and then cupped her breast. He was hesitant but he had already taken that big risk. She was drowning in the passion of the moment that she enjoyed and couldn’t resist. Or perhaps she didn’t want to. Either way she could care less as she was enjoying every moment of it.

He cupped her breast pushing the cotton Tee down to reveal the gorgeously perfect soft breast. He took a moment to catch his breath, panting and his eyes digging into hers with passion. He looked at her breast and his heart melted in the sweet evanescence of perfection. He wondered how could it be so perfect and he overcame with lust. He couldn’t control his urge to taste them. He took it to a handful and started licking the nipple that was aroused by the emotions she had just felt. He bit it, licked it, teased and tasted every inch of it. Her back arched while she enjoyed every moment of this new found passion.

He grabbed her and lifted her onto the table, while still holding her breast and pleasuring him and her with his mouth.With in a swift movement, he pushed down the other side of the T Shirt along with her bra to reveal the stunning pair of perfection. He caressed both the breasts and squeezing them, licking them one after another alternatively. While his hands were busy with the breasts, he started trailing up the neck kissing and licking it. He was giving her the tingling sensations all over the body when he reached the side of the neck. He bit her ear and kissed the cheeks, the chin, the nose and finally settling on the lips. Soft kisses. Then going vigorous tasting her lips, the saliva and the dance that they made with he kissing, experimenting, enjoying , forgetting about the world around them. Oneof his hand kept massaging her perfect cups, while the other trailed down to the belly and unbuttoned the jeans she was wearing. He slid his hand through the opening as he stared into her brown eyes, mimicing her. She looked unsure but she didn’t stop him. Suddenly, she was worried that someone might walk in and catch them during the act. They were in the office for god’s sake and she just came to this realization after 20 minutes. The time in which she faintly forgot about the world around her. She wanted him to stop. But she wasn’t willing to. He slowly caressed her clit, gently, carefully. She felt the chill as his touch reverberated the hidden feelings, emotions, something she had never known existed. He slowly slid his finger into her still looking into her eyes, trying to understand her expressions. She closed her eyes and arched her back with his gentle touches. He slowly whispered into her ears whether she liked it. Her expression and her moans said everything he wanted to know.

There was a noise in the distance, of people talking as they walked close to the pantry. They suddenly realized that they needed to act quick and with in a split second they readjusted their clothes and tried to act normally as if nothing happened. When they entered, he was gulping the glass of water while the sweat on his face gave the impression that he has a long run but they were in an air conditioned office. She turned around and pretended to pour sugar into her cup wiping the sweet sweat before anyone could recognize it. He took out his phone as if he got an important call and existed first. A moment later she exited holding her cup of coffee. Both were lost in their own world, and were numb to the outside world.

Not alone.


We are lost, in the paradigm of life, searching for ourselves. But why are we searching for ourselves?  We know what we are, what we have done and what we want from life. Yet we are lost. Lost because we tend to forget what we are. Lost because we don’t know what we are doing. And if somehow we manage to understand the Pandora box and open it, we aren’t happy with ourselves. Lost because we have no clue what we are doing.

No. I’m not talking about you. You are a successful human being, excelling through everything in life. A epitome of perfection, an inspiration to a few others. You have worked very hard to be in a position that you are in. You have made a life for yourself from scratch. You are a revolutionary, in a matter of speaking.

But, but we on the other hand took a wrong turn perhaps, made a bad choice and haven’t realized it or may be don’t want to realize it. Either way, the path is lost and the option left was to follow the well trodden path without much of a thought. That is when we lost ourselves, a part of us lost in the labyrinth of misery. They say ” When one door closes, another opens”. How passé is that ? The door have been shut down. It’s an empty room and we are all alone, wandering in the darkness that we created. We are the light. And we don’t know it, yet. We are the beginning, the end the mystery. Only if we knew. The walls close in, suffocating us amidst the conscious presence of mind. That will be the death of us. But not so soon. It a dark everywhere.  Darkness, which we could only fathom about. The kind of darkness that scares us. No, it’s not the imaginary monsters we created. It’s us. We scare ourselves. And we are alone in this world, in this never evens pit of darkness. Suddenly, a steak of light, a flash. A momentary glimpse of a lost cause. A defying dream. There are stars everywhere. We are looking at the sky, the dark clouds masking the bright white moon. And finally we see it.  And we look around in the luminous light. We aren’t alone.

– an abstract interpretation –