So we spoke about the stars until the dawn interrupted us. She held on to my fingers and repeatedly told me that the shine in my eyes that night reminded her of the shooting stars, she had seen somewhere earlier. She wrapped the blanket round her and then wrapped herself around me. I could feel her warmth, her heartbeats were close enough, her breath seemed to merge with mine. She adjusted the strands that fell on her forehead, making her vision of the stars comfortable. Oh ! How I 'd love to do that ! Her hair fell down so perfectly like a "cascade" (i read this somewhere ..but i don't mind using the same symbolism). She looked like an angel, just without the wings :) ... I told her once that she was very beautiful, and she dismissed the thought saying that I overrated her. She does not realize, that to me she is the one who does not have to be beautiful from the exterior...she is someone who does not have to worry if her hair is fixed , or her clothes are proper, or her nails are done or she is sounding stupid. I love her the way SHE is . The stars have their own story to say and tonight she decided to tell me a story for each star we counted. I heard the way she used her voice to describe each situation, the change in her tones which described each emotion related to each story she told me. In one story she was a child who wished for fairies to give her wings, so that she could fly away to distant lands. In another she would be a fighter struggling with the hurdles and irrelevant people that life threw at her. In one of the stories she was a friend, or a lover or daughter . I saw in her what most people failed to see... I saw HER. Many a times she took short breaks to make sure I was listening or acknowledge my nods, but I believed her words like a blind man would trust his stick. Tonight, she seemed like a star herself, that shone the brightest amongst them all and won the prize for the best story teller. The stars were fading away, and so was the night. I dreaded waking up thinking it was all a dream...but I realized I still had the warmth and she was still holding on to my fingers...even after the dawn.
