When They Collided

She never wanted to love again. Never wanted to believe in promises simply because she was so frightened of being let down. He thought love did not exist. Love was nothing but a superficial cloud of baggage that only begets misery. But then fate had a different story planned for them. Fate caused a collision so hard that when it hit them it left them open with spasms of joy and exhilaration, stunning their senses. They found their hopes, dreams and imaginations of the future mirrored in each other.

They spent lazy days and nights wrapped in each other’s arms; as wispy flakes of smoke circled above they bared the innermost contours of their souls to the other, little by little. On a balmy yet cool April evening when the weather had turned a beautiful shade of grey they went on a ride; one that would be always cherished. He sat as he always did confident and relaxed and she sat behind him smelling the back of his shirt that reeked of “him”; warm and full and comforting. He zoomed on and on and she held him tight. Her hands wrapped him so hard she feared his chest would explode (her world certainly did!). He smiled that little smile from his corner of his mouth. She would look at him from the right hand mirror only to see he was already looking at her. The sky had turned into the kind of dull grey color that boded impending rains. How ironic that the weather reflected their state of mind. As the clouds precipitated to form one solid mass that would culminate into rain, their feelings of passion were turning into rivulets of want, yearning and togetherness. Flocks of birds were flying overhead, the whiteness of the sky was giving way to greyer undertones and they were just entranced by the coolness of the weather, the heady rush of speed and the company of the other.

Sometimes the traffic would act as the deterrent. But then he would hold both her hands and bring them near his heart and kiss them.  She would lay her head on his back and close her eyes as he sped along. They were so different and yet so similar. They were both wanderers, trying to find their way. They were both lonely who sought company. They were both children who longed for love and yet were both adults doing all of the mundane grown up things. People always said “Opposites attract”. But opposites without commonalities lose their way. And as for them they were only just beginning to find each other. He complete in her being and she secure in his embrace.