Intimacy

You know…
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You are now with me,
And want me to write of intimacy?
Intimacy…
Well how did we begin?
Almost unknown to each other
May be those persistent questions you asked
And the odd things
In gardens and pavements...
Yes, it may have begun in a party
Or, was it then
Someone helped with the cooking
Or washed your dishes
It may have begun in those office meetings –
Violent opposition and agreements
Or in the elevator, later-
When we made up with politeness
Simply through nervous staring
It begun in mood swings
And
Just anywhere
With any trigger
From anyone
Even when the mahout,
Went to the bushes
On our trip to Bandhavgarh
Intimacy came to us…
With an earthshaking feeling
With anything
And everything
It was just the in thing!
You know!
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