LITERARY TIMES Featuring the poem written by the Renowned Author Shukumar
He’d written the poem after meeting Shoba. She added that she found the poem sentimental.
The third night after supper they’d sat together on the sofa, and once it was dark he began kissing her awkwardly on her forehead and her face, and though it was dark he closed his eyes, and knew that she did, too.
Hold Me In Your Arms
The fourth night they walked carefully upstairs, to bed, feeling together for the final step with their feet before the landing. It was the first time in a long time that they felt alive; the feeling they had when they first made love after their wedding.
MORNING OF 5TH DAY
They made love with a desperation they had forgotten. She wept without sound, and whispered his name, and traced his eyebrows with her finger in the dark.
As he made love to her he wondered what he would say to her the next night, and what she would say, the thought of it exciting him. “Hold me,” he said, “hold me in your arms,” By the time the lights came back on downstairs, they’d fallen asleep.
The morning of the fifth night Shukumar found another notice from the electric company in the mailbox. The line had been repaired ahead of schedule, it said. He was disappointed and confused on what will happen to them, now that the lights will be back immediately.