Give Me Your Hand! 💓

 

Give Me Your Hand! 💓

 

We had to walk all the way to her home. Arun took away his scooter and left for his home, for an urgent errand. He promised that he will pick me up from Nakshatra’s house. So, I took the job of dropping her at home.

The road was empty and silent. One or two stray dogs were busy searching through the garbage. I looked straight, even though my mind was struggling between millions of thoughts. I wanted to look at her, but no. Already, she had noticed me staring at her, and it became embarrassing. I didn’t want to look like a stalker.

I looked at her. She looked pretty, ah no. Gorgeous, nope. She looked pink. Yes, pink. Don’t ask why. It's my adjective for explaining her. Perfectly outlined eyes, sharp nose, evenly shaped teeth, and post-pimple bumps made her look pink. I took my phone out, turned on the selfie camera, and looked at myself. I looked as if I was the ugliest person existent on the Earth.

“Oh Mister, you look great. Now please put your phone in your pocket,” said Nakshatra, after noticing me with my phone. I wondered why she said that, while I looked the worst.

I smiled after noticing how dumb I would have looked. I clapped my hands in the air while marching towards the street corner. Searching for topics, I was wondering, while she said something, which I haven’t expected.

“Give me your hand” said Nakshatra. Baffled me, lifted my hand in reflex.

She twirled her fingers around my fingers. I felt like a monster, as her hand was so tiny when compared to mine. Her hands were warm and soft. Her long fingers were so fragile, with her fingernails evenly painted with a light color. Even though the Mehandi in her hands had faded a bit, it looked matching to her bright complexion.

I’ve not held a girl’s hand, not even once. Even in my past, when I was in love, I didn’t hold her hands. This felt different.

All these things, processing in my mind, I’ve lost in reality. She must have noticed my hands wobbling without my mind on them.

“You’re walking too slow. There’s no use in catching your hands if you’re this slow!” she said to my physical presence. I looked at my hand after she left it. It looked bright and soft, all of a sudden. Was I in love with her? Nope, never had struck my mind before. Then why was I acting this stupid? I couldn’t find answers.

“Your beauty lies in your hand,” I said to her. I don’t know why I said that to her. It came straight out of my mind, without passing the censorship test.

I thought she would be confused by my words. But she looked clear as freshwater. She enlightened me with wisdom words, which made my opinion towards beauty, shatter.

“It lies in one’s character. It lies in one’s ideology. Beauty lies in one’s heart,” said her, with her vision straight and brisk walk.

It was like a tight slap. Well, I deserved it.

I was embarrassed, but this made me realize something. It's not her appearance that makes her attractive; her character did that. I wanted to hold her hands again. It was not love, perhaps. I just wanted to live that moment to the fullest.

I felt that warmth again. This time, I walked faster.