In today's world where office is where we spend most of our waking hours, and files and laptops are the things that is in the closest proximity, we tend to forget the joy of a simple touch - of one hand on another, of a cascading tuft on hair on the unsuspecting partner's hand, of the skin rubbing against skin. We forget. And gradually the idea of passion itself seems distant and strange to us.
Touch is one of the five senses that we have - and it would not be going too far in saying that touch is in fact the strongest of sense. A blind man needs touch, a deaf one too understands it. We don't need words, or looks when reassurance and faith can be strengthened just that age old way of showing endearment - through touch!
It was on one balmy summer evening in the beaches of Goa when Rita had bumped into her ex, Amit, after five long years. A series of disappointments had led them to a break up five years ago, and since then the two had been non existent in each other's lives - no emails or phone calls. It was that kind of a cut off that only great hurt can bring. And then after all those years, when she finally met him it was purely an accident.
Rita saw before her a man who was writhing in pain, his face to the ground, and a colourful shirt and khaki shorts that was swimming in the puddle of the loose sand of the beach. Surprisingly that morning the beach was empty and no one had gone up to him. Rita was the first one to approach this man in pain. Even as she was stretching out to put her hand on his shoulder, she sensed a kind of familiarity, and for a brief moment she felt that the man too had stopped writhing as badly as he was a moment ago. It didn't take long after that. She laid her hand firmly on his shoulder and whispered, "It's okay". Amit looked up and stared at her in awe.
"Of all the places on earth, we had to meet here.." he said.
She smiled at him.
It turned out that the culprit was a jelly fish. Things took up pace after that. They rushed to the hospital.
That evening as Rita and Amit sat in their shacks drinking beer as the sun went down, holding hands, Amit suddenly turned towards her and looked intently in her eyes, pressed his hands tightly with hers and told her, "I want us to be this way. Again."
Soon it was decided that a vacation was a lovely way to start the old fire, reignite what had slipped away through the cracks of the past five years, and find each other anew.
Today, twenty five years after their wedding, Rita still remembers and recounts how Amit had held her hand so tightly that evening many years ago as the sun went down in Goa.
There are just so many things that help us bring back the lost spark, that magical touch such as this link http://www.pblskin.com/ and the campaign it stands for #BringBackTheTouch .
Let's take a moment. Let's bring back the touch!
Touch is one of the five senses that we have - and it would not be going too far in saying that touch is in fact the strongest of sense. A blind man needs touch, a deaf one too understands it. We don't need words, or looks when reassurance and faith can be strengthened just that age old way of showing endearment - through touch!
It was on one balmy summer evening in the beaches of Goa when Rita had bumped into her ex, Amit, after five long years. A series of disappointments had led them to a break up five years ago, and since then the two had been non existent in each other's lives - no emails or phone calls. It was that kind of a cut off that only great hurt can bring. And then after all those years, when she finally met him it was purely an accident.
Rita saw before her a man who was writhing in pain, his face to the ground, and a colourful shirt and khaki shorts that was swimming in the puddle of the loose sand of the beach. Surprisingly that morning the beach was empty and no one had gone up to him. Rita was the first one to approach this man in pain. Even as she was stretching out to put her hand on his shoulder, she sensed a kind of familiarity, and for a brief moment she felt that the man too had stopped writhing as badly as he was a moment ago. It didn't take long after that. She laid her hand firmly on his shoulder and whispered, "It's okay". Amit looked up and stared at her in awe.
"Of all the places on earth, we had to meet here.." he said.
She smiled at him.
It turned out that the culprit was a jelly fish. Things took up pace after that. They rushed to the hospital.
That evening as Rita and Amit sat in their shacks drinking beer as the sun went down, holding hands, Amit suddenly turned towards her and looked intently in her eyes, pressed his hands tightly with hers and told her, "I want us to be this way. Again."
Soon it was decided that a vacation was a lovely way to start the old fire, reignite what had slipped away through the cracks of the past five years, and find each other anew.
Today, twenty five years after their wedding, Rita still remembers and recounts how Amit had held her hand so tightly that evening many years ago as the sun went down in Goa.
There are just so many things that help us bring back the lost spark, that magical touch such as this link http://www.pblskin.com/ and the campaign it stands for #BringBackTheTouch .
Let's take a moment. Let's bring back the touch!
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