Skies….

Sitting on the edge of the terrace was a whole new sensation… this sense that you can’t go any further… this sense that nothing could hold you back… and he seemed so completely at ease… that’s one thing that he brought into her safe world – the edge… and she loved it… she was cautious by nature, strangely logical where her safety was concerned to the extent that she missed out too much in her life… and still found ingenious ways of hurting herself despite her caution!.... and that’s where he came in…
And she dangled her legs and reached for his hand slowly and he grasped it tight… his way of saying that I might take you there but I know how to keep you away from harm…I’ll never let you go over… not while you have me…
She followed his gaze, looking at the sky… it always fascinated them how the clouds could scatter just so… taking patterns no brush could create… she told him about the time she took a flight home at night… this sense of flying through the clouds… passing each to come across another shade of rani pink and turquoise blue…he always smiled when he saw her cran her neck and said she looked like a 3 year old on a major discovery… he held her hand harder… wishing that she always found something to admire in the sky… wished that the sky never be blank for her… that it always be brimming with colour and texture and that it always gave her a reason to smile…it was his way of ensuring that he always smiled…