It was a beautiful evening of an early summer. We walked up a long flight of wooden stairs, past grass-beds, hanging vines and came onto place overlooking a beautiful gleaming sea and the horizon behind it, all blue and orange. I leaned my crossed forearms on the banister and stared out at the wondrous view.

 

"Can you see the line between the water and sky?" Selvin asked me. The water was tranquil, the light was serene, the line of separation so clear.

 

"Of course," I agreed without moving. He gazed at me until I turned to look back at him.

 

"It seems an obvious thing to you," he remarked,

"But where I grew up, there weren't any sea. When I see so much water..." he had a sigh.

 

"Amazes you?" he paused for a while "And pleases me," he added with a pensive smile.

 

"I guess it's hard to hold on to admiration for few things," I admitted as I turned back to the sea.

"But after all these years, I still see the splendor of the horizon. Waves beating upon the shore….again and again…I could stare at them all day, every day."

 

Selvin stepped up to the banister beside me, leaning very close.

“Yeah the sea making love to the land…..again and again…”

He closed his eyes and inhaled the moist air around along with my perfume and felt the warmth of my skin.

 

"When I was in standard 8, we used to come here for school retreat," I tried to distract him.

 

I pointed out across the way, to another island. "You see that island? We used to swim there every day. I love water"

 

"I do too. I guess it comes from growing up on a desert planet." He was gazing at me again, his eyes were soaking in me. He well understood that I sensed his stare, but I knowingly ignored his looks… and continued to look over the water.

 

"We used to play on the sand and build sand houses...and try to make them as big as possible" I continued wryly

 

”Here everything is nice." he finished, aware of the motion, he reached out and stroked my arm.

 

He nearly pulled back when he realized what he was doing, but since I didn't object, he stayed close to me. I was a bit hesitant, a bit nervous, but I don’t know why I didn’t attempt to pull away.

 

"There was a very old woman who lived on the island," I said pretending to look far away. "She used to make glass out of sand - and bracelets and rings out of that and they were magical."

 

Selvin moved a bit closer, staring at me intensely.

 

"Everything here is magical," he said.

 

"You could look into the glass and see the water. The way it ripples and moves. It looked real, but it wasn't." I kept going "Sometimes when we believe something to be real, it becomes real."

 

The deepness of ocean appeared to come near my eyes, closer and closer, the slow slapping of waves heard and felt.

Momentarily, I thought I was dreaming.

No! It was no dream

 

As for him I wanted to look away. But I didn't or say I couldn’t. Instead I was falling deeper in to his alluring eyes.

 

The deep blue ocean was real and it was his eyes. The waves were near and it was from his eyes.

I closed my eyes.

 

"I used to think if we looked too deeply into the glass, we would lose yourself," I said, my voice barely turned into a whisper.

 

"I think it's true..." He moved close as he spoke, wetting his lips against mine, and for a moment, I couldn’t resist, I closed my eyes, losing myself.

 

Selvin pressed closer, a real and deep kiss, sliding his lips across mine slowly. He wanted to lose himself there, I knew he could kiss me for hours, forever...

 

But then I pulled back, suddenly, as though waking from a dream.

"No, you shouldn't have done that." I uttered friskily.

 

"I'm sorry…. when I'm around you, my mind is not in control." Selvin said in a soft voice close in my ears. He stared at me hard again, beginning that descent into the glass, losing himself in me.

 

The moment had passed, and I gathered my arms in close and leaned again on the banister, looking out over the water.