A billingual lesson
"Okay, now tell me, what does the word ভালোবাসা, mean?", she raised her brows,with an unsaid dare in her eyes. "Do you remember what I taught you last week?"
A blush creeping up his guilty cheeks, he looked faraway through the window looking for the answer, and unable to meet her eyes, coughed, "Fool as I, it's no harm for me to admit —" with a sudden spark in the pools of his green, he smiled, gazing into her browns, catching her off-guard, "But allow a fool to improvise, for what I fear most is the wrath of the woman who sternly devotes her time in me."
Tugging gently at the ribbons in her hair until they come undone like the startled look in her eyes, he bowed low and lower still, his eyes diving into her vulnerable soul.
The winds chimed. Distinctly, she caught a waif of a fresh smell after a shower, and the sharp, intimate sound of a certain person breathing her in like oxygen, like a memory he was etching into himself until the end of time. She realised too late the fresh smell growing stronger, and found herself mere inches away from two eyes who looked like they had forever refused to look at anything else but her.
"Is it not", He said, fingers skimming through her hair and playing them away from her face, "two words strung together? Like two people, meant for each other?"
Gently, ever so slowly, so close that all her eyes ever reverted back to were the lips that spoke, he blew away the wisps of hair falling on her face, and her with her heart beating against its cages, she closed her eyes and let the slow rumble, the drawl, wash over her.
"Is it not", he continued, a new light and vulnerable tremor in his voice, "the meaning of 'good', implying 'ভালো', and 'বাসা', that lives? Does it not insist that—"
Now with his hands on her face, his voice a whisper in her ear, she jolted her eyes open, and the trembling walls of her heart came to the same conclusion as he murmured in her ear, "all the good in the world lives in you? And that, you, live in all my good?"
