The last kiss

The mild blue curtains on their window swayed in a small dance in the early morning breeze. As the sun raised above the horizon, as the birds chirped its way to welcome a new morning, she woke up from her worldly sleep to a brand new day.

Wrapped around her were the arms of her love. ‘Another beautiful day with him!’ ,she thought, as a dreamy smile lit her face. She planted a soft kiss on his forehead, just like every other day and carefully got out of his grip, not to wake him up.

She had an eternal feeling about these early morning kisses. Even if they had had a terrible fight the night before, she could never resist herself from this ritual of hers. She would make sure that her kiss didn’t wake him up or felt more desperate. Just a soft little kiss.

There were days when she had been totally mad at him. She would swear to herself that there would be no kiss the next day morning. But fortunately, promises were made to be broken. Her legs would somehow sneak into the bedroom for her early morning perk.

Our Romeo, totally knowing about his Juliet’s ritual would act as if he had been sleeping just cherish all those heavenly kisses. Their mornings were made special to each other, with neither of them revealing it.

Days passed. Months passed. Years passed. It was the same morning and the same kiss every day. But neither of them got tired of it. In fact, the unuttered words spoken by those kisses grew stronger and stronger with love every passing day.

They had once walked holding hands for just the electric feel between them. Then had come a little hand to hold along, their lovable daughter. She had clung to them every spring, autumn and summer in her beautiful floral clothes. Now that their little princesses had grown up to a charming women ,her hands had to be given away on a glittering evening.

Fast had spun the wheel of time that it was time again for them to hold hands not for the spark to risen but for the support of each other. As they took a leisure walk along the park, she thought, ‘My! If I don’t kiss this handsome man even a single morning, that would be the last day of my life.’

As if catching her thoughts mid way in air he said, ‘Don’t you worry, my dear. If I wake up to a morning without your kiss, don’t you panic. I would be right there with you, holding your hand along our journey to the visit of the next world.’




  1. Surya Pandian · June 28, 2015

    Beautifully written..
    Romantic and very very poetic.. ❤

    • Sara · June 28, 2015

      thank you so much, Surya 🙂

  2. Surya Pandian · June 28, 2015

    And your wordpress template or theme (I don’t know the generic term) but your site looks so refreshing.. 🙂 🙂 🙂

    • Sara · June 28, 2015

      Even I don’t know the term..:P glad you like 🙂

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