Eyes of both
were closed. He sat holding her, like a
stem holding the rose, behind her. She
sat leaning over him, her back over his chest.
It was drizzling outside with mild wind rattling the windows. “Don’t you
want to feel it?” she asked. He said “I want…” There eyes remained closed for
the reality might get into them. She
pulled his hand and placed it over her bare abdomen. “Your gift…” she
said. Her skin was soft, fresh and cold.
He surfed over her abdomen up and down. The softness killed him internally. Not the first time he felt the softness but
it always feels like the first time. He moved his body to and fro to cradle her
still with his hand over her abdomen. “Don't sway… you will miss it…” she said.
He surfed all over her abdomen but he still missed it. She grabbed his hands and moved slowly,
slowly and slowly. The skin felt even
softer than he ever felt. She stopped moving his hands at moment, at a
particular point. “Could you…?” She asked.
He didn’t reply. He was deep in
trance to make him one with her body and soul. He was in deep tranquillity; an
inner peace. His fast beating heart
slowed down, the mind was out of fear and was clear. He felt it. He felt the pulse. He felt the
heartbeat; the second heart she carried inside her. The trance was deeper
now. He could imagine how the face would
be, how the hands and legs would be. He
could imagine how she would smile – yeah he wanted it to be a girl. He could
imagine… he could imagine…
“Could you?”
she asked. “I am with her…” he continued
“my girl… my blood and soul…” words stumbled out from his mouth. “…don't say
that” she stopped him. The next hour
went in silence. She adjusted herself in his chest, turned to kiss him in his
neck. He replied with a smooch over her cheeks, lips and neck and…
His hands
were still caressing his offspring. She
grabbed his hand again and tried to move it away. He hesitated. “It’s time…” He took his hands
away.
She got up
and so him. She looked into his eyes and
said “this one hour is all I could give you…” He didn’t say anything. “You
know… she has to go…” she said touching her abdomen. Tears rolled down her
cheeks. He hugged her and cried. “Life is all mystery, puzzle…” she said. “No… we made it so” He replied.
In a week his
dream was dissolved. His blood was dissolved in her blood.
Crazy
creation!
