A Perfect Simile!!!

She was speaking as I listened intently:

"So basically it all boils down to the point, whether I should go ahead with it or wait for some more time? Because every time I think of neglecting it, the repercussions just pop up before my eyes like a jack-in-the-box.........."

Yes I was listening to what she was saying. Listening till the point my eyes fell on her lips.

Her lips were moving. She was perhaps saying something, but I could not hear it. If was able to hear it, the words left no impression on the walls of my mind.

All that was embossed was the lips.

My mind started racing.

Not in the future, no. Nor in the past.

I started cogitating to find the perfect simile for those pair.

I finally found it... Pomegranate!!!

Yes!!! Pomegranate grains they were indeed.

Bright red.

Shiny.

Watery.

Delicate... So delicate that the slightest of pressure would ooze out the nectar in it.

I had no intention of being sinned by hurting the celestial creation.

I looked at them in awe, forgetting the mundane binds.

Before I was brought down from my "animo alta" by her touch.

This one was remotely delicate. It was a push from the zenith to drop me to the nadir of reality, into present.

The lips were still moving.

I could hear the words again:

"So what do you think I should do? I hope you were listening to what I said!!!"

All I could say is, "Go ahead with it!!!"

For I knew, whatever the consequences, I was there to support her....



*animo alta: high spirit.