Kalpurush

The intimacy of witnessing someone's wrists when they're not wearing a watch, Or a bracelet, Or a rubber band from their hair that was Tied up high into a ponytail or a bun only minutes ago.

The hair, when they let it fall over their shoulders. The same hair, wet, from rain, or From the first shower of the day, Licking the soft skin of their nape as they dry it under the sun.

When their eyes are laid bear against yours. A pair of glasses between fingertips That you witnessed them taking off. The frame brushing against their nose, Their cheeks, Briefly Before all attention is yours and yours alone.

The intimacy of falling in love Is everything worth living for.