Presence

The two had just met a handful of times. In fact, they not always get an opportunity to do so. Errands to run; busy lives being led. While one was battling to find a ground on earth, the other was already established, trying to excel the excellent. While one was boisterous about the changes in life, yet silver-lined with a slight sense of pathos, the other lie low, poised.

They did not want to know what happens to each other when not in contact; content in the house of some wonderful memories of the sweet little nothings they shared. Presence , the driving spirit, feeling fully ensconced in the warmth of each other. Warmth transcended beyond earthly pleasures. Finer nuances of life came alive each day, which would ring a bell, forming the instant connect, an irreplaceable one.Each day is a revelation, fresh like a blooming flower. Beauty within being appreciated with loads of selfies: sights and sounds that merged with an associative fragrance. A cohesion built based on guaranteed trust, freedom, space; not to forget genuinity. Demands nothing whatsoever. The days charioteered only by Presence. Presence sat on the driver’s seat, driving around the desert of joy, stopped by whenever it had to be felt. An all-pervasive one, present throughout the day sans an inkling of distraction. Available only in the right measure, not asphyxiating. Thoughts magnetically drawing each other so close. Close enough, with some space for a hug and cuddle. 
A certain chemistry of wordsmithery and love, an uninhibited zone interlaced with divinity. The aura radiating from deep within, a charismatic expression. The eyes shone beautifully. A heady high, reaching the abyss of serendipity.