In the crimson light of setting sun, on a vast field of yellow mustard, I was walking with K. Cold evening breeze was waving the field like a lake, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. A lake, a big lonely lake under the deep blue sky of new moon. And it cherish just two lives, two serene fishes, two lovers in the calm mysterious abyss of solitude.
"Do you think we will make it before the dark," K asked in her soft sweet voice squeezing my hand a little.
I looked at her and wished the time would just stop at this moment. I looked at her beautiful face. It was glowing like tulip in the dim ruby light of the sun. The diamond on her ear was reflecting a little light on her cheek. Her long black hairs were blowing in the wind. I could see the curves in her white T-shirt. A perfect image of a woman. A perfect image of your other half. Someone who knows every little thing about you. Someone who knows you, more than yourself. Someone with whom you can spend an eternity, she was that someone for me.
"It's a smooth ascend mom, just keep walking and we will see the light when we get near."
"I am tired let's just stop here for a minute," said K, "we've been walking for an hour."
"Alright mom, I am in no hurry to get there."
Just a few days before he died, my father had bought a farm house in the hilly area of... well name of the town isn't important. The important thing is he was a sensualist and he was rich. The wealth we've gained after his death is nothing to the comparison to the pain we've been through. We weren't exactly happy when he died in the accident but we weren't sad either. Anyway, a few weeks ago my mother decided to finish the book she'd left two years back and she proposed me to come and live with her for a few weeks. With my sister running the businessman I thought I could take the rest of one or two.
We were sitting on the trodden path along a side of the field. "It's so beautiful here, isn't it. It's been a long time since I've felt so good," said she.
"Yeah mom, I am happy too. I mean..."
She interrupted. She was looking at the stars. The sun was vanished and it was twilight.
"It's like there is no past and no future. Like you are a part of something big, something beautiful. You are alone with your lover and you don't care about anything else."
"I wish the time would just stop at this moment," she added.
"Wow, its funny that you said that because I just had this thought. I was wishing the same thing."
Then we fell silent for a bit.
"By the way alone with your lover!," said I.
"No I didn't mean it like that..."
I sensed some edginess in her voice. I guess she'd already realized that she'd said something wrong. And I can swear that if there were some more light I would have seen her flushed.
"...I mean that feeling is like that not that you are..."
"You know..."
"Your lover," said I.
"Are you smiling?" she asked.
"No, no I am not smiling at you. I understand what you mean."
"Yeah, I guess...," she said, "but never mention it like that to anyone OK, like ever. Some may get the wrong idea."
"And now the feeling is gone," she added.
"Don't worry mom. I'll never tell anyone, I promise."
Then there was an another awkward silent. And I thought if I am ever going to tell how I feel about her then this is my moment.
"We can't always control what we say or what we see. I'd once had a weird dream about you."
"About me?" what was it.
"Well, it'll be too embarrassing to tell," I was just checking her mind, "may be I shouldn't."
"Come on, tell me. We are like friends, aren't we. You can tell me anything."
"It was like a romantic dream. And by romantic I mean, in a sexual way."
"All right, go on."
"It was the last year of the school. And I got held back the second time, remember? I'd just turned eighteen and it was my birthday, still you beat the hell out of me."
"Well you deserved it."
"That night I'd seen that dream," I said, "do you really want to hear."
"OK come on, just tell me. I am curious."
I told her what was the dream and how she was punishing me for the result. And I really did feel embarrassed afterwords. But I can't say that I mentioned it unintentionally.
"Since then I'd seen you in a different way."
"In what way?" she asked at once.
I knew it is wrong to hit on your mother, but what choice did I had. She was the the love of my life.
"Being with you is like being with a lover. I mean it's just a feeling, like you was trying to say, like a happy feeling, like emotionally, not that I'd like to..."
Just then she kissed me on my lips. May be it was the effect of the whole ambiance but I knew it was not a mother's kiss to her son. It was the kiss of one lover to another.
We didn't talk anything till we get to the farm house. There was a watchman waiting for us.
"Namaste babuji, madam," he said, "You said only your mother was coming."
"And you said you'll pick her up from the station," I said firmly.
"I am really sorry sir, but my wife was having a baby. There is no one around today, otherwise I would have sent someone..."
"It's OK, it's a nice walk from the station," said K while looking at me. She was a little tense.
