I was wearing three layers of clothes with a thick jacket on top.
And we were walking.
And it was raining.
And I was cold.
And he was cold.
We had held hands a few minutes before
And then grudgingly let go to put them back in our pockets,
As it was freezing.
And then I felt his arm around my shoulders
And I begged myself to keep on breathing.
But then I felt his arm bring me closer to his body
And felt it squeeze my narrow frame so it was aligned with his side
And there was a ‘woah’ that passed through me.
No words.
That is the only sound I can describe it in.
A surge.
A wave of emotion,
Of want.
Every time I think of our days together,
I remember that moment,
Our moment of no forgetting.
Published on: May 14, 2011
Tasneem Dairywala 