The First Kiss

Siddharth Pandit
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

She traced the contours of my lips with her soft fingers, though I could feel the pinch of her long, sharp nails. Time froze as we sat under the blue sky with the sun about to set, looking deep into each other’s eyes. We spoke not a word, yet we could hear each other. We both knew what it was. No longer were we two separate individuals. We were now the same parts of a single whole. I could hear nothing, smell nothing, think no thoughts, see nothing except her eyes looking back just as deeply into mine. It was all involuntary, almost effortless. The next moment, with closed eyes and heavy breaths, we were kissing, first slowly and gently, devouring the slightest of contact, then passionately. Then and there, the world, with all it’s wonders and vices, the marvelous feats and the most abhorrent and unfortunate events, my own fears, ambitions, victories and failures, relationships and responsibilities, my own sense of self, ceased to exist as I immersed myself into those ephemeral moments with her. It was just her and I. What else could I ask for?