Beaching out

It was an early lovely Sunday evening, and the beach was filling up slowly.

Sitting on the sands, my eyes scanned the people and rested on her who looked so appealing to me.

Her skin was as tender as can be and had a complexion of fairness through which blood gushed forth giving a pinkish look.

The two black eyes were neatly set above and on either side of the nose, leaving a comfortable space for the tiny crimson red bindi. The forehead was large enough.

The chubby cheeks formed dimples whenever she smiled. The small lips looked very tender. The ears wore shiny drops. They dangled in merry as she giggled and turned.

Her long hairs formed a frame around the face and completed the beauty and gave her an enviable appearance.

The pink attire that she wore competed very hard with her cutis.

I could not help falling in love with her.

I gave frequent glances at her to catch her eyes, but failed miserably. I cursed myself.

And finally, when I managed to grab her attention I held on. The same bright smile took my breath off.

She gave a look that not only intoxicated me but also invited me.

I could not look away though I looked if anyone is watching, as I got up slowly and walked towards her.

I had lost control of myself.

Her eyes fixed on me and wondered what was going to happen.

I was nearing her.

All the billions of cells in me were now in conformation with my desire to kiss her.

I was ready. She was least prepared.

Back in mind, 'What would she feel?'; 'What would others think?'.

I didn't give a damn.

Presently, I was close enough and the sun cast my shadow on her.

Bending down and holding on to her shoulders I kissed her. There was no protest. “What's your name?”, I asked.

Just then...

“Sonia...!”, her mother called out.

The baby wriggled free of me, turned and ran towards her mother.