The First Kiss

Original Acrylic Painting by Ms. Mercy Suganya - Entrepreneur
Artist - Owner & Proprietor (Her's - An exclusive women wear shop)
Mail Id: sugan2772@gmail.com

Below story was scripted based on the image shared by my friend who is an artist; Image left side

It was a splendid, colourful autumn. While I was waiting for people to join for the sessions, with the horns tearing the ears, just left the coffee cup aside on the balcony, I turned towards the corridor, she walked inside. She walked by, she giggled, looked at me with those curly hairs and with the pumpkin smile. She was nicely tucked, styled at dawn; the beauty that she embraces is the beauty of nature. The unique charm she carries, her mysterious, strong willed, easy to talk nature killed me then.

“I don’t drink coffee”, she said with a witty voice, when I stretched my hand. Never had, was never an emotion until, she denied with that comical gesture. I, then decided to afflict her once I begin the session, but then she never looked into my eyes while I tried to fit it, ‘it was the best thing I have ever experienced’, said to myself. Two hours passed, while everyone has started leaving the place post sessions. She stood still there near the lift; I peered out of corridor to see if someone has come to pick her up. Walked slowly towards the lift; an open glass covered, well fashioned interior, with dreamy lighting on 8th floor. 

I felt tingled; she grabbed me closer, ‘I pushed away’, as lift closed. “Don’t be silly,” spoke to myself. With the gaze still on her, she crouched down to pick her keys, fumbling in the breeze, stubbing my fingers, abnormal breath and I stood toothless.They said that first kisses are special, and they are for that certain special person, yes, it is… But, to someone who is charming and elegant, it is never so. After a split second, she pulled me close to her and our lips touched and I nibbled her, the doors opened on the ground floor. They said that, when you have had experienced your first kiss, you’ll feel the butterflies fluttering, the sparks flashing. But from then, I had been craving for more.

Her smile zapped my heart every time. Only then I realized how heavenly it is for those rain drops have been kissed by the soil; it was raining outside. I stared, hopeless with moment of shy, shrugged my shoulders, ‘How could you get to home in this condition?’, spoke my heart out with a wink. A flurry light thundered from the sky, wetting her hood. She did sigh at me, held my hand, and melted my heart against her warm palm. Paused for the rain on the platform, gazing at her curly hair, trying to figure out how it happened. 

She pulled out her umbrella, I couldn’t help but held her tightly, knowing that she is infectious, yet, I got infected now with all her love and care for me. Those feathery, colorful paths, with joy, laughter, gusting trees around, with my favorite red umbrella we walked together on the mirrors of soil, experiencing the best autumn ever one would…

You’re gorgeous, sweet and funny. I never thought I’d have crushes, blush, and would frame a fairy tale that is eternal. But you have taken the butterflies to a whole new level to need more.