Claire de Lune

The rose and the nightingale

I wonder if you talked about me, as you went home, or thought of me when the moon rose.

Like the may flowers blooming slowly in the warm summer breeze, the day passed by briskly with a lot of laughter, rehearsal and food. While Abhi and Avyay busied themselves in warm ups with Swasthika, Mrinalini was assigned to train the students who were dancing in various acts in the event.

A pair of eyes constantly got distracted during the practice and found it so hard to keep it's control. You know who.

Avyay walked past students pretending to check a set list and discreetly found his place in a nook with a sneaky smile on his face. His arms hugged themselves closer seeing her standing there in front of a group of freshers explaining them something, yet again. Her hands went to her head as if she ran out of words and was more comfortable with action.

There was a small glitch in the amplifier and Avyay took the chance to take her sight in properly, she looked more dry now than earlier, her saree was clumsily arranged after it was dried and her hair was perfectly securing in a band.

Sighs, A university degree, a hundred articles and a stable job, yet he chose to hear it as I love you when she only said good morning. What has love made him into?

Thalaadi pogum bothu
Un anbil thangum pothu
Santhosham nooragam en nenjiley

The music came back to life and so did Avyay when she slowly started to sway from left to right slowly, softly humming the melody as she looked into open air, her eyes, half open and dreamy : It was a gaze that he searched meaning for, it was a gaze that felt like she was looking at stars, gaping at thier infinity, her hair strands like wild flowers, her soft hands now moving to hug the open air.

Unodu serum pothu
Kai korthu pogum bothu
Nee illai nan illayae theeratha kadhaley

Avyay felt a sharp shot of envy in his heart, at the breeze that surrounded her, touching, tracing and tickling her carved self, her small wrist hugged by a slim black thread, how it never seemed to leave her, he even envied mother earth for touching her precious feet. He took her in completely, marvelling at her self, she was so humane and beautiful. She had flaws that were the most beautiful identification marks ever created, he loved every flaw on her except her absence,

Kanadi kanala nee pesura
Un jodi en nejil lesakura
Kaathadi peranbil thalaturaa
Or kodi muthangal nee veesura

Something began to dawn on him, he peeled his eyes away from her eyes and looked at her face, her arms circled completely around nothing, her neck pretending to lean on something as she looked up at nothing, slowly breaking into an uncontrollable blush.

Kaathodu kaathaga nee pesum pechu
Moochodu moochaga theemooti pochu
Nethodu nethaga edhedho aachu
Nee illai nan illayae theeratha kadhaley

Mrinalini closed her eyes completely, intoxicated by her professor. Her fingers that were open before fisted tight to hug him tightly, Avyay feltba shiver run through his being at the sight, what was she doing to him,

"Dai, love panra ponna ivlo eakathoda paakara modhal aambala ne dhaan da! " Lakshan looped his arms around Avyay's shoulder as he chuckled seeing his friend whipped,