Everyone has a plan

It takes alot of faith to believe that what is happening to you is for a reason and that reason is to bring about your improvement.
The ‘God has a plan’ belief. It is my support. For times when I see a parents only child pass away or a teenager’s limb being amputated due to cancer. That’s my support. My only ‘logic’ that can comfort me. There is a plan and we are merely pawns in it.
This is what I am repeating to myself right now when someone I have feelings for is getting engaged. I keep on repeating this but another question pops into my mind ‘dear God, what have you got planned for me? Why isn’t he in that plan?’

My weakness with him.

You know I love your mouth. You relish the thought of it. All you need is a gentle pout and I will surrender my lips to yours immediately. For as long as you like. Do whatever you please. All you need is a gentle whisper against my face and I am yours.
You press your lips against my throat I can’t help but moan.
I love it when they’re needy, wanting more, searching, exploring. Pressed against me. I never knew they could give me such pleasure.

Studying

He sits next to her. His arm around her lazily watching her study. She gives him an angry stare. “You think you know everything? Come do this question with me.” She reads the scenario out to him and they solve the question, she gets it right. “See I am better than you”
“Really?” He says half heartedly… his mind on other things.
“Well you deserve a prize right?” ,He says, “come to the last bench” he gets up and goes to the back. Undoubtedly she follows after.

Giftwrapped

They arrive late in the night. Laughing, heels in her hands. Her other hand in his. The laughter dies down… she squeezes his hand and leaves to take off her jewelry.
She starts to take off her sari gently unwrapping herself. He can not sit still. The curve of her waist. That perfect stomach. Her bare shoulders. She notices his stare and says ‘sweetheart wont you help me with this?’ He gets up swiftly and takes the folded material in his hands.
Gently he unwraps her sari running his fingers along her stomach whenever he could. Slowly the folds got thinner till she was left in her petticoat and blouse.
He places the material on a chair.. holds her from the back pressing her against him. He kisses her on the neck.
‘Youre beautiful…’

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Tonight

They stand out in the balcony after a long day of work. The velvety black sky above them stars woven in and the moon a bright gem.
The moon is full, illuminating alleys and creating shadowy corners sought by lovers. But on their balcony both light and dark play.
The shadow and light play so well on his face, she thinks… the shadow under his jaw, his dimples. The light shining in his eyes.
He noticed her admiration and turned to smile. The wind in her hair, the sparkle of her eyes. There was so much he would do for her.
“Lets go inside love” he said, wrapping his arm around her and gently kissing her cheek.

Destruction

This wonderful Sunday morning. Fresh air, birds chirping. Wonderful.
This little girl with her tousled hair jumps out of bed. Happy, ready for the next day. Her younger sister comes in tears. Her younger brother comes in sobbing …. the youngest six months old is on the bed, gurgling, oblivious to the world.
Curious, the eldest walks out to meet the arguing voices of her parents and the debris of their fight.
Mugs, a smashed video and tea lie there…. she looks at the mess. Dismayed.. she gingerly walks around the mess her parents have made. 
Her mother, tears in her eyes hurries out. ” help me get the car out, I’m not coming here again”
Tearing the eldest holds her back “no don’t go” she shrugs her off and leaves. The car speeding by.
The ten year old looks at her two sobbing siblings and the little six month old… in an hour or two he will need his feed…
What to do then?