Sliding Hand in Her Heirs

It is fragrance, a unique fragrance she owns it her heirs. I have found the t-shirt which I haven’t seen for long. I had recognized it as my eyes got on to that t-shirt. I have snatched it from my mom’s hands, get it near to my nose, and I have taken a deep breath. Instantly words are slipped from my mouth “That’s it” everyone looking at me at that minute. Time has the ability to overwrite memories we possess for a long time; it doesn’t matter how we address them. I remember one of my date with her, that was the evening of November. The little cold that evening but we are eagerly waiting to see each other.

I have worn a blue t-shirt on which picture printed of the golf ball and the grass field in slightly dark green colour. She came in lite pink Punjabi dress. She was looking beautiful that night. So, when I see her, I sneak near to her and kissed her right hand. She stares at me with a slight smile on her lips. Lines of kohl making her eyes wide and beautiful. Her heirs are sprayed over her shoulders and bake. We have taken dinner at one of my favorite places near my home. Nature outside is cold enough to make people freeze. Still, we have decided to walk for a while.

We start walking and taking. She is talking about her old village where she has spent her childhood. She has also mentioned her aunt and the things she has done. I’m listening and nodding during all time. In between, I make comments to tease her. She peering me in the eyes with deep intensity. Absolutely, she wants me to know how much she loves me. After a little while I put my hand around her shoulder and held her hand. She asks me to sit for a little and we seat on the steps of a closed house. Because of cold, we expect some warm therefore we seat adjacent to each other. I put my arm around her and she laid her head on my shoulder. We feel the warmness of each body. Her heirs are flowing in the cold wind. Some of them are covering my face. Those are just kept flowing.

I put my other hand in her heirs. Those are soft as velvet, slowly I started sliding my hand in her heirs. She never uses oil in heir, she told me that she doesn’t like the stickiness of heir after oiled. I felt unique fragrance in her heirs, I loved that fragrance so, I told her this, she smiled. Her head was touching to my t-shirt, sometimes it gets rubbed with her head. It has attained her heir’s fragrance on it. I keep sliding my hand through her heirs until we left for home that night.

It's true that, She is not with me today, for whatever reasons but she still in my heart. There is not much place in my heart but still, I have allocated a place for her to live. That t-shirt miss placed by me. That t-shirt my mom found accidentally and I jump with joy.