I don’t know what exists there, beyond those lush mountains and villages with people returning to their homes, beyond all that upon those snowy slopes where sunlight makes last love of the day,” she spoke while staring outside the window.
And he stared at her, beyond all that was said and heard during past few days, wishing once again to kiss the mountain laden envelope tattooed on her right shoulder, and learn all the secrets it contained.
She watched the last light of the day make love to the mountains, and he stared at her, with those mountains in the backdrop.
He stared at how sunlight would fall upon her skin, and the winds would caress her hair, as she’d lean outside the window to catch a glimpse of the Himalayas far away.
And he held her, helping her lean some more outside the window as the bed sheet slipped off her skin, leaving her skin bare, filled with hundreds of kisses that made their way on to her body all through the afternoon.
And naked, she leaned outside the window, gaping at the Himalayas, while he watched her smile, and shout with joy, she was asking him names of those peaks and he patiently told her each one of them, before she turned around and asked,
.
“Till how long will you keep holding me?”
.
“Always,” he replied, staring at that tattoo on her waist, then at her smiling lips that he’d be kissing again in a few moments, and then, at the Himalayas that continued glowing beyond those lush slopes.
As the dying light of the day continued making love to them.
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