My cold fingers were still busy ironing every last crease out of the bed sheet, my gaze fixed elsewhere, not on the mole on your upper right cheek. I must set my priorities straight, you were stern. You had murmured an excuse of an answer and I had excused myself. Catching my breath, I said, Will you be back soon? You had a train to catch the next morning, you whispered in my ear. ![]() And when you pulled my head back and planted a kiss on my neck, my tightened heels had pressed tiny circles on the bed sheet like ripples dancing in a pond born after a slight drizzle during a season disguised as the monsoon. I clutched the crisp white bed sheet and made small hillocks that resembled snow peaks. The glistening moon -sandwiched between the two stationary trams that only moments ago had averted a head-on collision - washed over my eyes as if a luminous white sheet, a painter’s canvas or probably the thin film of blank whiteness that lasts a wink right before the camera click.Ĭaught in a web, you had held me by my waist that night. Something that seems entirely different or even contrary to imagination when one starts looking closely. Waiting at the bus terminal, I found the sight peculiar. Two trams, running parallel to but chasing each other, came to a screeching halt. Every crease reminded me of the night when both of us had carelessly thrown ourselves on the soft, low-floor, 4-poster bed in a maybe 3-star hotel room across the street, opposite a fancy French restaurant. The sky was a crumpled, crisp white bed sheet. We were blissfully oblivious to the tragedy lurking somewhere near, waiting patiently to approach our doorstep. On Valentine’s Day, we feature a curated selection of love stories that will tug at your heartstrings.) The next full moon, which falls on February 16, is all set to put under the spotlight our passions, our romantic quests. Outlook's first issue of the year revisited The Beatles’ words of wisdom: “All We Need Is Love.” It didn't stop there: we will publish love stories all year long. ![]() Going against the grimy grain of contemporary political discourse, we have declared 2022 to be the year of love: for us, talking about love in a time of hatred is a revolutionary act. No matter what, love finds a way, almost always. If love tears us apart, it also keeps us alive. (Love is our deepest value: Love is freedom, love is salvation.
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