"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around."
- Leo Buscaglia
What do you do when you see a lonely, deserted, deprived child in some dark corner? What is that your instinct urges you to do?
You go and hold them to yourself, engulf them in your warmth, assure them that you've got hold of this darkness, promise them to make it all go away.
But you know what is that comforts them the most?
Your touch.
The one you do when you hold them to yourself. The one you do when you hug them to throw away the cold around. The one you do when you hold their face to make them look at you to sway away the dark. The one you do when you caress their face and promise with your eyes to make it alright.
It is that touch that calms them down. A touch doesn't necessarily mean lust, physicality, vulgarity, intimacy, passion. It means reassurance, presence, promise, warmth, belonging, togetherness.
A touch which may look as the out flow of lust can be very much a promise, a presence.
Like her touch, to him.
Like he allows it, to be felt.
Her touch of rage breaks him even when invincible.
Her touch of care makes him find the light within self even when staying in dark.
Her touch of belief makes him want to be the person he hid even when stated contrary.
Her touch of trust makes him trust the good within even when forgotten.
Her touch of assurance makes him let go off the fierceness within even when ready to unleash the hell out.
Her touch of acceptance breaks his wall of atrocities even when oblivious.
Her touch of love compels him to love himself even when thought undeserving.
Her touch of disgust kills his inside even when innocent.
Her touch of worry disarms him even when incapable of.
Her touch of need makes him feel important even when told otherwise.
Her touch of want makes him forget it all even when ready to blast.
Her touch of surrender allows him to break all his barriers even when scared of.
But,
It is her touch of claim that makes him concede to her even when opposed of.
It is in that sense of belongingness that he feels home, he feels alive, he feels himself. No matter if he explodes, he ignores, he mistakes, he falls, he breaks, her presence will be there.
To calm him, to help him, to assure him, to understand him, to guide him, to believe him.
He listens, he agrees, he understands, he regards, he pays back - in kind, for all she did to him.
And just like that, he makes her smile.
Aditi
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
