My Lazy Girl

  He parked his car outside my favorite bakery and ordered me to stay inside the car until he returned. He locked the car and kept an eye on me from a distance while he ordered the food. He allowed me to cry my heart out in his arms. My sobbing intensified as he hugged me tightly and massaged my back. He waited patiently for me to take my time and relax. My heart felt lighter. My nose turned scarlet red, kajal smudged from the corners of my eyes, and lipstick stained my palm when I wiped it away. He looked at me and laughed. "You look like a Joker!". I punched him in the chest, and then hugged him back. He held me with the same warmth. I felt safe and unreal around him. He made me felt like a youngster who had conquered her fear of the unknown. He was broad, strong and muscular. I was little and petite. I gazed at him again, as he put my hair behind my ears, set it with his hands, and wiped the tears from my face. Are you okay now? ( he asked) I nodded in response. ...

The air of uncertainties and the doubts in which I was breathing happily felt fresh and flowery. I was only looking at the beauty of the roses, ignoring the presence of the thrones completely.  I wasn’t sure whether I want him or not, whether he was right or wrong, whether he will stay or leave but one thing was sure that I liked his company. He turned my smile into laughter, my anger into a rosy blush and my complex problems into  some small trivial issues. How could someone not like a person like that? How could I not enjoy his presence around me? I wasn’t sure whether I was trailing on the right path or was I just floating on temporary clouds that would vanish with the harsh sunshine of the life. I wasn’t sure whether I was strolling in the garden or just digging a pit hole for myself again to fall down. The air of uncertainties and the doubts in which I was breathing happily felt fresh and flowery. I was only looking at the beauty of the roses, ignoring th...