How was your first kiss? It is the sweetest memory that I have. We did not kiss for long, like what they show in movies, it was a matter of a few seconds. It was a beautiful rainy evening and my favorite music was playing in the cafe. With her by my side, it was bliss. We had been dating for a while then and she wanted to get some coffee. I was 17, and the only mode of transportation was to walk. I was holding her hand and somewhere I knew I was doing the right thing. I reached out to her and pulled her, one hand on her waist and the other on her neck. I closed my eyes and let my whole body melt, I could feel her wet hair brushing my cheek. There was love, solidity, fierceness, and passion. It was something that I had never felt before and something that I will cherish for eternity. I might have kissed a million times after that, but the first time, it was special.
It is approximately 8 in the morning. She boards the crowded bus and he pushes himself on her. She is 45. She is in her class, her lecturer brushes his hands over her shoulders as he collects the assignment from the girl behind her. She is 19. It is 3 P.M. She is riding her... Continue Reading →