The Wind
By Lubna Shahab
He had no idea what she was thinking but he was sure about his feelings: genuine, so intense that he could not resist the soul disrupting waves. He sighed; his body gone in a feverish trance. He could not stop watching her smooth, peaceful, glowing face. The soft cool wind brushed her hair. Her closed eyes and small smile left him speechless. “How such a plain, innocent and simple girl could entice me?” he wondered. He walked near her,
hands in his pocket he pecked on her cheek. She blushed a light shade of crimson and coyly looked at him. Her big brown eyes answered his questions with their twinkling surprise and delight.
“What do you feel?” he asked.
Dreamily she turned and faced the setting sun, taking in the spectacular beauty. The last rays of the grand orange ball, half dipped in vast ocean, cascaded the sky. Its last light danced on the swelling and rippling sea. Croaking sea gulls fly over the seashore. Again the refreshing wind caressed her with a single gust and, in pure delight, she wrapped her arms around herself.
“Wind, like wind…you cannot
hold it but you can only feel it” she mumbled dreamily.
“Wind,” he said as if to himself.
“Yes, Wind” she said, coming closer to him she continued, “Like wind,
love, happiness, they can touch you engulf you but you cannot hold it, just feel it and treasure it, I feel the same way…your love needs no
words I can feel it around me,
inside me, like wind…” She got breathless when his warm hands embraced her. They cuddled in silence until the sunsets, for there was no need of words.
He felt so calm and tranquil, as if the
torment waves inside him have subsided. He felt the wind.