Vitriol... and then: Frustration!!! for what???
Mood:  on fire
Topic: Writing
First Id like to quote from a book i just read...

be like the cistern that overflows, not merely the fountain that contains...

Live.If you live, God will live with you. If you refuse to run his risks, he will retreat to the distant heaven to be merely a subject for philosophical speculation.

If everyone just lived their lives and let others do the same, God would be in every moment, in every grain of mustard, in the fragment of cloud that is there and then gone the following moment... God was there and yet people believed they still had to go on looking, because it seemed to simple to accept that life was an act of faith.


Now i try to stop stealing another mans thunder. But like he says, most of his studies are rooted in love and a desire to live. The whys we choose to live within walls where nothing turbulent happens, like the quiet cistern, when from within, our soul cries to overflow such as the fountain.

Here I begin my own writing
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That i could find the means to express my true self. And find a way of life that has everything. I do not fear to be different but i fear i may not find the right mix to truly do justice to the gift of life.

There is lots of love to be had. We search so hard and so long that we fall in love with the first decent seeming thing that comes along. And once we're in love, its hard to really evaluate who that person is and whether they really are what we need. Obviously they are what we want for we're in love.

So what is love. Eloquently put, love is the inability to live without. Since everyone around us knows that we can live quite well without any element of our lives, love is only subject to our holding on. When both of us hold on for all that we're worth, then we are lucky to have found each other.

When one of us holds on for our life depends on it and the other likes the idea of being held on to, its not 2-way. Better to kill that love for in spite of the tendernes with which it was sown, it was sown unknowingly on barren land. Poor soil, you can add fertilizer to, and perhaps in a few seasons, from it shall spring a garden. But some soils will not sustain life, no matter how much time and effort and substance of your soul you devote to it.

Wish, that our efforts may actually change the ones we love. But how much can we change. How hopeless a task must we choose.

What is a life partner. Someone that makes us twice the person we are without. Someone who supports, encourages, who devotes time to us. Someone who understands, cares, forgives. Someone who takes that extra effort to make us feel loved, cared for and extra special.

No two lovers can ever be the same. No relationship has it all. But we should be smart enough to know what we want, what we need, what we have to have, what we can do without and most importantly we have to fit the other persons bill as well.

Whats the use in someone fulfilling our ideals if they cant satisfy our basic needs. Freedom from judgement. Freedom to grow. Freedom to live. Freedom to dream. Freedom to love.

As for myself. I believe ive found the woman i love. In spite of all my learnings which tell me to be careful and deliberate. And though i believe i should wait until ive seen more. I also do believe that with what i have at hand, i will get all that i want from a relationship - fulfillment.

par moi...
Mood:  bright
Topic: Writing
Silly little boy lost in his world of dreams. And now he's forgotten to cry. It used to wash away the disappointment, but disappointment only afflicts the feeble hearted.

And now, theres a fire in his soul. Fire for what? To see atleast a few of his dreams come true.

The injustice of life. But the same hand that wields the ruler also clutches to its bosom the head, when it weeps and is utterly desolate.

Fuel for that fire? Passion? Love? Guilt - that a seed so cast forth should not fall on barren land, but rather should be sowed with care and tenderness.

To soothe the heart when it burns in agony of all the hapless souls who walk the earth. Each scarred by life and so unable to heal themselves.

Why does that fire burn so intermittently and haphazardly?

It doesnt take just wood and a match. So, its a quest for kindling. Something that contains the spark long enough for the flames to catch.

And why does it get put out so easily. For it is young and sees not its purpose whose enormity should instill it with a pride to face a dozen storms.

For after all, its a special wood.

"The brightest flame burns quickest, was what I heard them say"

And it takes joy in giving. Nay, it yearns to give. And sometimes it foolishly lets itself be put out. It only takes a spark to rekindle it but it must first grope for matches in the dark. Dark why, for once again, it foolishly forgets to look towards the light source behind it. Or even to simply light itself from the nearby ones.

For it is so worried about the ones that look upon it for strength. Dreams die first but while we remain valiant and obstinate, its our prerogative to dream.

For once, the silent Thracian's fury burned with the fervour of a thousand infernos. And his fires kindled the hearts of millions. Shame that he had to die. But his last words... Tomorrow there shall be a thousand of me.

Glory that that time may come. But in between, a few special souls are bred. They are not free from contamination. And until the dirt that makes the flame want for brightness and make it immune to storms, it is of no use to others.

That seems to be the task at hand - purification and strengthening. I wonder how long it will take.

But maybe there are a thousand after all. We just dont all burn together so we dont know it [wink]

Good night and God bless. Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life.

Preface.. to the entire (short-ended) series i called "Medley"
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: Medley
These stories will have more to do with romantic content than sexual content and are written with a conscious desire to avoid graphic detail

Since most of the joy in passion is in the foreplay, this author wishes to dwell on it more. Since the actual action of intercourse cannot last more than a few minutes, it is to be realised that the majority of pleasure and fun was intended to be experienced before.

What we must all do is spend more time discovering what we & our partners really enjoy. It is a gradual learning process, the culmination of whose lessons is the ability to invoke sheer contentedness, delight & ecstasy.

Coming back to life...
Mood:  lucky
Topic: Personal
Introduction
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Well, I just read my 'prose' from last year. It gave me a good many chuckles. Funniest was the last part which i quote:

"Well, its late in the night, and the relevance of all this in my life is henceforth void. Void, since I have managed to remove (filling is only if I've found a substitute) the void she left in my life. My heart I hope has healed. I wonder who will break it next^ . This should be the end of this diary. Im 20 now with the burden of the rest of my life on my head. I need to keep laying the road that will lead me to my destination more than another 3 score years away. Lets hope I never dally like this for a year again, wasting my time dwelling in the past (yes I quite like the word dwell I shall use it as often as I can.). The past is a great storehouse of memories a man should visit from time to time - not live there. Good night and God Bless. I promise my next prose shall be more deserving of your time."

Well with my 20th Birthday come and gone, I finally began to mature, mentally. Because i told myself it was time to and therefore actually did. I did some good road-laying for 4 months, and then disaster struck- I thought I was in love with my best friend (female of course). I actually spent those 4 months running out the frying pan, into the fire, coz this time, it'd be much more devastating.

*Her (throughout this story) is the ^'person who broke it next'

I should actually sit down with all the books & papers ive written to myself and her* over this past year, and make sense of it all, but i dont have the time for it, or the inclination to go thru so much junk.

So Im just gonna work with stuff thats in my head today, and deal with love, my definitions of it. the arguments for and against (with relevance to this time). Some day, maybe these compilations will become a bestseller. Ive got 59 years to go (some people want 29). Hope to God i dont spend it like the last 2. Happy - 4 months. Various stages of recovery - 8 months.

[Funny how I want 60 more years of life, she wants 30 and we've got a friendship charted for 50 years]

Sometime soon, ill begin narrating:) So, well, here it is! We've been friends for (feels like an eternity now, I wonder what it will feel like 10 years from now. Atleast by then we'll BOTH be sitting together and reminescing (laughing at the silly things I did (well silly yes, but I've learn a lot through it))) a long long time. We'll always be. We started spending a hell of a lot of time talkin to each other, last May.

[Wow did you check that last paragraph out. One thread (programmer talk) calling another, calling yet another. To paraphrase (explain) - triple nested thoughts.]

And the days went by in a blur - only the blur was a continuous smile - we each had someone to talk to, discuss our personal life. Wow i still cant believe half of the things we've told each other. And then my birthday came (as discussed in the previous chapter). With one less person in my heart, i began to latch on to her even more. And she clung back, just as tightly.

Some people you only let in 'so much' into your heart. Some, a little more. But in ones life, theres very, very few, that you give yourself to completely. With whom, the understanding is 100%. The compatibility incredible. God! Our relationship was so close and so tangible, i still feel like i can just reach out and touch it.

Your best friend is the one you'd feel comfortable sharing ANYTHING with. Who'd accept you for what you are, no matter what you do. Who'd forgive anything you do (to them or other). Who hurt when you hurt (or hurt to have to hurt you - i think i scored with that last one). Who care so much for you, they'd do anything for you. Who are simply content in knowing that the other is there when they need them.

Lord, I have never felt so close to another person in my life (I hope my mom won't take offence at that last remark, i'll always love her more). How much time we've spent together. Every single day, many times a day.

Somewhere we should introduce the concept of love. Im getting tired of seeing myself moan like some forlorn lovesick(thats me:) soul. Lovesick? Yea I love her. There is no purer (or greater - ma, dont take offence again) love than the one I have for her. Jese i should stop using (). But hey anything is better than that triple nesting i did a while ago, which, I'm pretty sure u still havent figured out. So why don't u go back and take another peep at it while I figure out what I want to say and how I'm gonna say it.


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Chapter 2
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I wish my story could begin as romantically as "we met at a waterfall", like the beach story of mine. You should read it, its my first work of (for want of a better word) art. But since my story has already just begun, ill try to pick it up from here.

Well, you know the background - the blah blah about how close we were. Now, naturally as 20 year olds* do, at some point you start wondering as to the meaning of love. You've heard various definitions. You start trying different ones on. And what do you do when most of them seem to fit? You conclude that you're in love. Well some of the definitions i tried on were 'Love is caring', 'love is forgiveness' 'love is never having to say your sorry'. Well many many more have been tried on and found to fit. Some that didnt seem to fit were 'Love is longing' (longing yes, but not the physical kind). But anyways, on the whole, I concluded that I was in love. Or rather, that there was scope for love, for you need two hands to clap (and one-hand is no fun, trust me, ive been doing it for long enough).

*No, actually 20 year olds are supposed to fall in love at the drop of a hat and have already found the girl they wanna marry by then (thats how it is with all my friends). All I've done is found a friend I want to share the rest of my life with, loving and supporting.

"For love recalled
Is love reborn
We're determined to relive the pain
But then lovers are deranged."

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Lets see, i thought of some nice songs to quote this morning:

"I used to think that i could not go on. That life was nothing but a mournful song. But now i know the meaning of true love. I mean the only everlasting love..."

"Im just the pieces of the man i used to be. Too many bitter tears are raining down on me. But far away from home and ive been facing this alone for much to long... Too much love will kill you..."

"Im taking time for quiet consolation, in passing by this love thats passed away..."


Funny, I have a best friend, and I dont even talk to her these days. But time spent apart takes not from our relationship one whit. I know that when the time is right, we'll pick up right where we left off, coz i know thats how it was those few days in between when we did meet. Im sure she longs to hear all the silly things that run through in my head.



In my life - "in my life i've loved them all but of all these friends and others there is no one compares with you and these memories lose their meaning when i think of love as something new. "


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(((apres un an exactement))

listen i dont care how it turns out. if she wants love, shes got more than any woman can handle. if she wants friendship, shes got all a body can ask for. if she doesnt want me, then im just gonna curl up somewhere and die:)


"Please don't take what I'm saying amiss
Or misunderstand at a time such as this
'Cause if such close friends should ever fall out
What would there be left worth fighting about"


Jon keeps featuring every once in a while, stupid fellow. He's usually around when troubles brewing, or when things are coming to a head, or when Im 'falling in love', or when i need to talk. Smart fellow. Hes foolin himself but atleast today, he believes he's never gonna fall in love (again). Cursed word - again. You think of all the silly things u did the last time and u dont know whether to laugh or cry.

"i guess that fools never learn... to fall out ouf love" - 'out of love' by Toto


My saddest thought after all of this is my career as writer that had to lay by the wayside for the past year, just when i was showing promise with many articles in the pipeline - I had a whole array lined up. I guess 18/M really screwed my career for me. Oh for those of you who 'dont already know' 18/M is that story of mine thats been burnt and will never be seen again.

Oh and I'd like to say, like Bach, I dont care how many people dislike the way I ramble, on and on and on. I write for me, not for you. Writing is a reflection of MY thoughts, messy and convoluted though they may be. "The rides are 3$ CASH". For those of you who'd like to know where I got that line from, you should read 'Illusions' by Richard Bach. I really gotta stop ending tales (fiction or else) with that suggestion. I especially dont like it because it implies that my writing has some philosophic content, when in fact its just one BIG waste of time. Speaking of philosophy, i think I'll make that my next chapter (and there I'll mention my other favorite book:)

My first poetry attempt
Topic: Philosophy
what is this life so fraught with care,
we have not the time to stand and stare,

our heads so filled with worry & troubles
we wish only to look at how other people seem to enjoy our suffering
and forget that their lives are as full of worry if not fuller
we dont realise how akin we are to each other in our misery
and we dullen our sensitiveness until all we see are our own problems
and think life is being unfair / unkind to us
while it is actually simply us who are indeed in love with our own misery
we know not that all it takes is a little understanding
and the realisation that all we need to do is share our problems
and in the talking itself our worries are half dissolved
and for the talking, we gain strength to face the rest of our burdens
for we know that there is a little someone, somewhere who cares...

if only we'd stop and stare and see the beauty in life,
for as a man once said:
the beauty in life is in knowing that there is beauty in it in every moment
all we have to do is know that life is beautiful and voila: it is

we shut ourselves inside the somber walls of our minds,
darken the windows and refuse to let anyone in
till we forget what it is like to have the sun and wind on our face
and grow to believe that all there is in life is misery

so what is real beauty in this world? the simplest answer of all:-
anything that you love is beautiful for that is the truest synonym:- love and beauty

and how do we change this mood?
it takes an instants courage/impulse to tear off the dark drapes from our walls
and open the windows and leap into the fray of life
the very thought of looking at the sun again may frighten us
but the sun, life, beauty and love are all that we shall wither without

so fear not to see the world in its true light again.
just as we got accustomed to darkness, so shall we to joy
for the true spirit of us yearns to be free
and should take flight if only the windows were open
and we didnt trap it in the dark place we call our minds
and gave our hearts the freedom to love
love what? well anything that you can
love is the difference between a poor man and a rich man
the more you love the richer you become
the more you love, the more easy you find it to love
the more you love, the more you love yourself for being an instrument of love
the more you love, the lovelier the world is and the closer to your true self you become
for all we are are a bunch of loving, lovable souls who've somehow forgotten that

just like we forgot what it was to be in the sunshine
and thought that our dark mood was our true nature
so too, we've forgotten what love is all about.

In search of my beach girl... ON THE BEACH ...till it started to rain
Mood:  hug me
Topic: Philosophy
There is practically no original thought under the sun. Let me try and interpret some of the things I've learned

Almost all ideas are borrowed but we dont come to storytellers for their characters, we come to them for their scripts-

Life is about learning to live between moments of bliss unless of course one has attained Moksha - the state of eternal contentment.

It is also about learning to find out the things that bring peace. And adapting our minds to allow us to experience contentment more often. Then comes the realisation that we are always in teh mood we choose to be in. As we begin to se the error of our ingrained mental conditioning, we come to know that it is possible to feel whole for almost the entire day.

And when those days stretch into months and years, w find ourselves having lead a fruitful life. How to seek this true form of living - it begins with a quest of the self.

'B' is the first lette of the word Bliss. This seems to accord with the famous words I am (a conjugation of be). Strangely, Richard Bach chose to call his god 'Infinite Radiant IS'. These seem to indicate that the secret to life may actually be in the living - the present. Stop thinking of the past & living for the future - just be what you are and do what you want to do now.

One thing I've found important is the ability to feel passion. The 'passions' are contentment, fury, impulse, wonder, enthrallment, hunger, fear, hate & love. There's more but these are all I can think of, some writer I am...

By fury, I mean something that burns within your soul - something that would carry you through hell and back.

Impulse has to do with the ability to give in to direct orders from your heart. It is almost synonymous with spontaneity.

Wonder and enthrallment are are also synonymous in usage - they are an expression of the captivability of your being.

Hell is something I do not personally subscribe to but I understand its need in religion - or atleast think I do. Heaven is an incentive and Hell a deterrent. What I dont understand is why they had to separate the two from our lifetimes coz thats precisely what heaven and hell are - states in our lives that we live in, by our own choosing. Yes, if we live in Hell, it is because we have chosen to, and we constantly on remaining here because we are unable to think God might not actually mind us living in heaven.

Welcome to my world
Im a guy with dreams - one of them is to write. so this is how im gonna hone my writing skills - by captivating you. Also, please note that i tend to get philosophical most times so bear with that...

Im not sure how this blogs gonna go yet but some thoughts for today are like:

Life is about learning to live in-between moments of joy, and learning to find more moments of joy too!!

Ill have more & better ones but till then, --

Have Fun Living

Beach!!! Complete fiction
I woke up before dawn. Years since I had done so, I thought I must go watch the sun rise. Finding the terrace doors locked, I came back inside crestfallen.

Just before going to bed that night, I started thinking about the beach & all those sunrise watching trips I'd been on with my family as a kid. I decided to go the following morning.

The next day, I awoke even earlier. Leaping into my trunks, I bounded down the stairs & flung myself onto my bike. With an eagerness I hadn't felt in years, I quickly rode through the chill streets until I reached the Marina.

Leaving my shirt and shoes with my bike, I raced across the sand until I reached the water. The cool morning air over my bare chest caused my heart to stir with excitement. Here I was returning to the place I'd been so many times in my youth - both in reality as well as in dream.

With delectable mirth, I ran into the ocean and nearly froze as my skin came in contact with the frigid water. The initial shock worn off, I began to swim. Soon the sun began to pop out from across the sea. I slowly crawled out of the water & lay on the shore my teeth chattering & my heart pounding with delight. I then got up and ran for a bit to warm off.

After dashing across the sand till I broke out into sweat, I came and lay in front of the sea so that the water continually came up, lapped around me, and then fell beneath my feet. I started looking at the sun as it's first rays glimmered across the boundless sand began to fill up the sky in a sparkling array of light.

Gazing upon the sun in quiet admiration, I watched as it slowly rose from its state of dark slumber as it began its magnificent journey across the sky. I saw it slowly change hue from red, through orange and to yellow until it became this glowing orb in the air, warming my heart and soul.

As always, the warmth made me drowsy and I nodded off, just laying there, enjoying the cool water and glowering sun.

I awoke with the feeling that I was not alone. I slowly opened my eyes and saw to my right, a girl laying beside me, drinking from the sun, in its morning splendour, in similar fashion, a contented smile playing across her lips.

I reached out and touched her and her smile at once broke into a spontaneous grin. She opened her eyes & turned to look into mine.

Neither of us spoke or moved, both delighted to have run into another like-minded soul and thrilled that we'd both given in to our base desire to spend a sunrise at the beach, that morning, and had met like this.

She reached over and held my hand & I offered her my other. Suddenly she began to splash water on me. I sprang over, held her in a firm embrace, turned over and rolled us both into the ocean.

We struggled playfully as we fought each other in the shallow depth of the calm morning sea. We stood wrestling, and our wrestling soon gave way to screams of delight as we began to splash icy-cold water on each other. Finally having had too much, she walked out of the water and began to run away from me, on the sand, along the water. Not willing to give up the fight so easily, I waded out and began to give chase. After a good minute of running, I caught up with her and tackled her.

We fell on the beach in a slippery tangle of glee. To dry off quickly, I suggested rolling in the sand, but found that she was already ahead of me. Armed with handfuls of sand, she began to douse me with a near continuous shower of it. Tired of it, I leaped up and dragged her down and we began to sand wrestle. Laughing as we wriggled and twisted, we soon got tired and came to a halt, our chests heaving in delight and excitement. I rolled over and looked at her and found that her shirt had come undone. Sensing a change in my mood, she proceeded to take it off. Opening my mouth for the first time, I suggested we go wash the sand off and stood aside to let her go first. Just before she reached the water, I bent down, charged, picked her up and carried her into the rapid onset of an inbound wave.

Caught completely by surprise, she let out a yell.

After rinsing the sand off, I picked her up and carried her out of the water. I laid her on the shoreline, where we'd begun our frolicking a while ago. Wrapping her in a tight embrace, we began to kiss. Our kissing soon gave way to an exploration of the others body with our lips. I found the salty flavour enjoyable and got engrossed in our actions.

Hearing a whistle, I looked over the ridge separating water from the beach, to see a man walking his dog. Realising the risk of being caught, I looked around for her shirt and gestured that she put it on, with a look in my eyes that told her that we weren't quite done.

We once again washed off the sand and walked across the beach, holding hands with not a care in the world. We reached my motorcycle and I asked her to hop on. I started it and rode off, to continue our episode elsewhere.


Epilogue
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Strange as it may seem, that whole incident took place without either of us hearing a single intelligible word from the other. In fact, we didn't speak to each other until much later that evening. She told me that she kept expecting me to say the first word and I guess I was too enthralled! Dumbstruck! Spellbound!

Anyway, we soon realised that we were consciously communicating with each other without the need for verbal expression and began to enjoy the long spells of silence, packed with understanding and talk.

Beach... Complete Fiction
Mood:  lucky
Topic: Medley
I woke up before dawn. Years since I had done so, I thought I must go watch the sun rise. Finding the terrace doors locked, I came back inside crestfallen.

Just before going to bed that night, I started thinking about the beach & all those sunrise watching trips I'd been on with my family as a kid. I decided to go the following morning.

The next day, I awoke even earlier. Leaping into my trunks, I bounded down the stairs & flung myself onto my bike. With an eagerness I hadn't felt in years, I quickly rode through the chill streets until I reached the Marina.

Leaving my shirt and shoes with my bike, I raced across the sand until I reached the water. The cool morning air over my bare chest caused my heart to stir with excitement. Here I was returning to the place I'd been so many times in my youth - both in reality as well as in dream.

With delectable mirth, I ran into the ocean and nearly froze as my skin came in contact with the frigid water. The initial shock worn off, I began to swim. Soon the sun began to pop out from across the sea. I slowly crawled out of the water & lay on the shore my teeth chattering & my heart pounding with delight. I then got up and ran for a bit to warm off.

After dashing across the sand till I broke out into sweat, I came and lay in front of the sea so that the water continually came up, lapped around me, and then fell beneath my feet. I started looking at the sun as it's first rays glimmered across the boundless sand began to fill up the sky in a sparkling array of light.

Gazing upon the sun in quiet admiration, I watched as it slowly rose from its state of dark slumber as it began its magnificent journey across the sky. I saw it slowly change hue from red, through orange and to yellow until it became this glowing orb in the air, warming my heart and soul.

As always, the warmth made me drowsy and I nodded off, just laying there, enjoying the cool water and glowering sun.

I awoke with the feeling that I was not alone. I slowly opened my eyes and saw to my right, a girl laying beside me, drinking from the sun, in its morning splendour, in similar fashion, a contented smile playing across her lips.

I reached out and touched her and her smile at once broke into a spontaneous grin. She opened her eyes & turned to look into mine.

Neither of us spoke or moved, both delighted to have run into another like-minded soul and thrilled that we'd both given in to our base desire to spend a sunrise at the beach, that morning, and had met like this.

She reached over and held my hand & I offered her my other. Suddenly she began to splash water on me. I sprang over, held her in a firm embrace, turned over and rolled us both into the ocean.

We struggled playfully as we fought each other in the shallow depth of the calm morning sea. We stood wrestling, and our wrestling soon gave way to screams of delight as we began to splash icy-cold water on each other. Finally having had too much, she walked out of the water and began to run away from me, on the sand, along the water. Not willing to give up the fight so easily, I waded out and began to give chase. After a good minute of running, I caught up with her and tackled her.

We fell on the beach in a slippery tangle of glee. To dry off quickly, I suggested rolling in the sand, but found that she was already ahead of me. Armed with handfuls of sand, she began to douse me with a near continuous shower of it. Tired of it, I leaped up and dragged her down and we began to sand wrestle. Laughing as we wriggled and twisted, we soon got tired and came to a halt, our chests heaving in delight and excitement. I rolled over and looked at her and found that her shirt had come undone. Sensing a change in my mood, she proceeded to take it off. Opening my mouth for the first time, I suggested we go wash the sand off and stood aside to let her go first. Just before she reached the water, I bent down, charged, picked her up and carried her into the rapid onset of an inbound wave.

Caught completely by surprise, she let out a yell.

After rinsing the sand off, I picked her up and carried her out of the water. I laid her on the shoreline, where we'd begun our frolicking a while ago. Wrapping her in a tight embrace, we began to kiss. Our kissing soon gave way to an exploration of the others body with our lips. I found the salty flavour enjoyable and got engrossed in our actions.

Hearing a whistle, I looked over the ridge separating water from the beach, to see a man walking his dog. Realising the risk of being caught, I looked around for her shirt and gestured that she put it on, with a look in my eyes that told her that we weren't quite done.

We once again washed off the sand and walked across the beach, holding hands with not a care in the world. We reached my motorcycle and I asked her to hop on. I started it and rode off, to continue our episode elsewhere.


Epilogue
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Strange as it may seem, that whole incident took place without either of us hearing a single intelligible word from the other. In fact, we didn't speak to each other until much later that evening. She told me that she kept expecting me to say the first word and I guess I was too enthralled! Dumbstruck! Spellbound!

Anyway, we soon realised that we were consciously communicating with each other without the need for verbal expression and began to enjoy the long spells of silence, packed with understanding and talk.

Beach... based on a true story:)
Mood:  flirty
Topic: Medley
We met at a party, actually on the dance floor. As we danced, we spoke and got to know each other. Our drunken-ness may've been part of the cause for the release of our inhibitions, but I'd also like to think because we were genuinely comfortable with each other. We were dancing pretty close & pretty tight. I held her in my arms for nearly an hour as we partied.

During a lull in the music, when couples seemed to be getting into the pool, we decided to try it too. She seemed to find it cold but soon, we found that with my arms wrapped tight around her, she could bear the icy frigidness of the water. I didn't much mind the cold coz we were making enough heat to battle with it and besides, I'm genuinely fond of water.

We began to sway gently to the tune of some old Floyd number (a common favorite) as it came wafting across the expanse that was the lawn. We must have spent more time in the pool than intended cuddled up like that, up to our waists, in the pool because, before too long, I found that she was shivering.

We clambered out slowly from the far side of the pool, and lay down on the grass. We soon discovered the best cure for shivering - cuddling. I still remember that warm embrace of hers, in the delicious cold of the night, as we fought to be on top in our frantic playful tussle on the grass. We found that we'd rolled down a mound the top of which was the pool. Suddenly she stopped with her back on the lawn and looked up and my heart melted as my eyes found themselves lost in the depths of love and beauty that were her eyes.

She reached out to me and I gently lowered myself until our faces were inches apart. We were so close; the cold from our breath caused the other to shiver - not just from cold but also from anticipation. She complained of the prickly grass so we swapped places by rolling over. She held my head in her hands at arms length and we just stayed for a bit like that our eyes locked in mutual contemplation - our minds racing ahead in tantalising expectation. She undid my shirt buttons and slowly bent her elbows till her head was resting on my chest. Both of us seemed to understand that the beauty was in the before - therefore, the slow deliberateness of our action. Not wanting to cover too much ground to soon (from a genuine enjoying of the moment), I undid her hairclip. As her lustrous hair cascaded down, I began to play with it. I just love running my hands through long hair, especially bouncy silky hair like she had.

Lost in a boundless ocean of tranquility and harmony, we began to kiss passionately...


>...Foreplay [only] goes on and on and them we finally fall asleep like that on the grass & wake up to find ourselves covered with a blanket that one of my friends had placed over us when he found us lying there at 4 in the morning... don't ask me why the story had to end like that, it just did.