The first meet..
A stranger with the kindest eyes beside a friend with a grey wisp.
A rhythm of feet. A momentary suspension of a heart beat. A smile unasked born from the heart.
Then every meet....
Smiles lent, glances borrowed between snatches of dialogues across. Dishes inched across.
An indifference at times(thrice), for no valid reason, that cut through within.
Eyes that looked into raw pain, smiled them away.
Eyes that sensed unshed tears.
A sense of comfort beside.
And then every moment...
A memory treasured a lifetime.
Hardly known , hardly seen.
Yet a lifetime's treasure.
Destined to meet across barriers, across principles, across ideologies.
Destined to suffice in unspelt silence.
Destined to steal from the other what cannot be bought or sold.
What would never have a price.
What could never be spelt or expressed.
One committed, the other a lost dreamer.
No sense of a beginning, an end or a middle.
Just a timeless sense of continuity.
As if two opened a book together and read the same page.
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