KISS NOTES

Sara was now in the arms of Dave. The two lovers missed the sunset at the shore, gazing into each other’s eyes! The wind blowing wilder only made their love ignite and the setting sun only gave them a cute poetry rhythm to hold the flames of love glow for the whole night!

The teacher gave a pause, seeing the next paragraph as they all knew, it was all about Romance and love between the two lovers!

Hmm, the teacher cleared her throat as of she was about to skip the passage and was finding a way to stop it from explaining to the students who all has their eyes, fixed onto her. their eyes wandered form her eyes to her lips waiting for the next move by the teacher.

A smart look and a smile, the students wore as they saw the word ‘Kiss’ in the passage. Young people and romance always maketh a great pair and the teacher didn’t take it too seriously.

The scene came to an end as the silenced class was broken with the ring of the bell. Ah! The class is over and now let’s see the remaining part in the upcoming classes, she said and left the class.

The class was now in all blushes and held the talk of the shy teacher and their day went on.

 

Unmarried and her shyness! The students thought. They had no idea she was the author who wrote the story. An author in disguise as a teacher, she gives no clues of it. The teacher was very careful in spelling for she knew, her words would sometimes pull the writer in her out and she will never be her again. Th poetess and the author in her, a very different people form that of her own self, making her meet herself as a different person. The scene came to an end as the bell rang. She smiled as she wiped her face with her handkerchief.

She reached the staff room and sat at her place. She took her book and read the next sentence that was about to be read in the class but isn’t because of the bell that rang to indicate that the class was over.

The sentence read “And his fingers slid over her silky hair to her cheeks and then to her lips and his lips pressed on hers!”

She closed her eyes as she read the sentence, making her remember her loveable husband who was in the borders of the nation serving the nation.

Days have passed and no letters from him but only a visit once in six months. That’s’ all we had to see our faces. The time was too short and we found it very short to talk about our love, to talk about us, very short to share our feeling and no time to part our lips from each other.

The memories of her past and the present of their days rolled in her mind and she was now in great thought.

Mam, chai! A tea was kept on her table. she opened her eyes and came back to her senses. The samosa kept along with the chai made her drove back again, her heart saying, ‘It’s his favourite snack!’

 

She now had her chai and took a deep breath and took a note and started sketching the scene for her upcoming novel. She could only write only when his presence hit her mind and him in her mind sis the only time, she was able to be a writer or a poet!

The sketching was done until a girl entered her room to get her note book signed. The teacher kept her note aside and went to search a pen from her bag. The eyes of the student met her note book and was shocked to see that she was a writer. She kept mum and left the place getting her note book signed as she knew, she was a very struct teacher.

The note had the title ‘Love and Romance’. With this the student came to know that she was a romantic writer.

Hiding all her identity, there she stood because she wanted to know how the world actually saw her writings. She was now in all thoughts of his and she believed her day had been ruined thinking bout him. And she wondered how he was there without her by his side.

There he was holding their photo of theirs and wondering about her on the other side, in his place at work. Life has never been the same for everyone. Some live together and some away from each other ruse to fights and some are made to live apart just for the job they work in to meet their needs and to run the family.

 

 

 

-Ajola Ganesan

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