The blankets still wrapped them.
Only his neck protruding out, with his head turned left towards the Television which played some channel related to Geographic research. He had to put in a bit more effort to watch the Television, rather than simply turn his torso and upper body. She would wake up…
Tightly clinging on to his broad bare waxed chest, she was asleep; deep and sound. It was a worthwhile night for them. It was amazing filled with everything but love. The chemistry, the wavelength and even the flow matched. But the only thing that was missing was the love. She knew it and so did he. She tried to love him, but he never gave in. He never wanted the love that came along with the passion. All he was in need of; some meaningless action that would keep him clear of any sort of craving. Maybe she also needed that in the first place and a bit more to it as well.
But still he cared to not wake her up from the peaceful sleep. She was enjoying her sleep and the least he could do was let her be there, in that state. He was also sure that if she was woken up, he would lose his chain of thoughts that was running in the background. She wasn’t his kind. He didn’t know if she was, never cared to ask her or know her.
As he watched the cameraman guiding his vision to amazing locations in the Television, he wished silently if life were a bit less complicated. If the answers to everything were readily available and easy to find. Nonetheless, it would have spared him a great deal of pain. The pain of waiting for the answers to appear from nowhere, him pretending of being in search of something. Some unknown questions about life, which nobody is sure to exist. In the process, making the life a bit more complicated than it is. This process goes on for most of the days, with or without her being nearby. She would see him only once in two months, maybe or even more. The urge had to arise. Apart from that they are two different people, bonded together by nothing at all.
The sun rays were yet to pierce through the thick blinds. He had another half an hour all to himself. There were never a shortage for thoughts. Five minutes or Fifty, he could still come up with something weird, something about life. The irony was that every single time, what he wished for would contradict what he wanted! Never can he reach a conclusion on this.
He loved the glitters that life had to offer, but longed for peace.Mayhem and Peace are two different coins altogether.
The world which spans for five to six hours or even three to four hours is the pinnacle of chaos and mayhem. That’s when the material luxury triumphs over everything human and money makes its value known. Everyone loves those five hours of life, but then what after that. Go back to silence? How long can you sustain that silence before your mind yearned again for the same?
Peace is gold, one that never makes you feel wasted. One that is very slow, so that you make sure you know you are breathing every second and hence the slow steady pulse of life. You feel every breath you take in so much that, you can even count the number of breath of any given day. Slow, calm, steady-paced but yet lively in solitude and solitude only.
What was on the other side? Thrilling pace, faster heart beat, adrenaline rush and a quick life which gives endless opportunity to have fun. Every physical satisfaction is at the tip of your finger, but not sure if your mind would find it anywhere but here.
‘Honey, I am hungry. Can you make me something to eat?’ a faint voice from under the covers
‘Hmm. I will make some sandwiches, just move yourselves a bit. Let me get out.’
‘No… Sandwiches can wait a little…’