FROM THE DIARY OF MY FRIEND
[January 01, 2016] [9:00 PM] We were close to each other; closer than ever. Her eyes, closed down, were the proof that she made her heart win over her brain. I too clenched my eyes and touched her forehead with mine. I felt her warm breath over my lips. Those breaths of her were mine. Our tight hug told each other that our hearts were pounding. Her clutch became much firm and nails of her tried to pierce through my denim shirt, which she gifted me yesterday; my New Year’s gift. I opened my eyes and looked at her red rosy lips, perfectly wedged and beautifully carved by the God. My lower lip shivered, slowly pulled itself closer to her and I drifted my head to push my lips over her upper lip. She didn’t respond. Maybe she was still fighting inside, deciding between the yes and no. Her steadiness shaped my thoughts- ‘she is still confused’, and I, somehow, started to withdraw myself. But, as soon as the lip touch loosened from my side, her lips opened and arrested my mouth. It was