So … What Next?
By Amrit Sinha
Copyright 2012 Amrit Sinha
She slipped her slender fingers through his broad palm, her long nails pinching his skin with a touch of radiance. The pink nail polish rendered a delicate essence to this scene of love, as he caressed her fingers with his own. Her left palm clubbed in his right, his fingers playing with the mysticism of her long beautiful nails. He held her hand tightly for a while, and she kept her head on his shoulder, a smile on their faces, a glow of contentment and love reflecting in their eyes.
Scenes like these had taken place numerous times in public environment, with me witnessing them from the corners of my eyes. How beautiful love was, so serene and calm, peaceful but with an intensity of craziness! My lonely heart had learnt to cope with these public displays of affections, explaining to my soul that it's always best to stay single.
However, it didn't work today. I got down from the bus in front of my office, but my mind was still engaged in the romantic endeavor of the couple.