Love at Midnight in the Tank

They say, in a cold, hard & lonely place, like the Army camp, it is always easy to seek solace in the arms of another.

But that’s just physical comfort, nothing more…..

But love grows on you, sometimes….. Loneliness, insecurities & aimlessness of life feeds you with that yearning to belong…..

The plastic princess can still remember:

He was a man of few words, the rebellious silent type with the ever intense look in his eyes; always brooding as if he had a secret burden that was hurting so deep inside - a secret burden waiting to be lifted up by the right pair of loving hands.

The princess was, on the other hand, cheery and chirpy, never a care; always carrying a sweet smile on her face as if blessed with the easy contentment of life.

We were two worlds apart, never meant to meet. He in his darkest dungeon, alone and aloof. I was in the rose petal gardens, smelling the flowers.

Yet away from the maddening crowd, in the cold still of the night, is when the feeling grows the strongest yet…… two different people, both seeking to belong

And that very night our bodies first touched. The warmth of his chest against my back; His beating heart had fused with mine as we get intertwined.

It was nothing of the ravage craze that was driven by smell of flesh or lures of physical satisfaction. Instead, it was a sense of two souls trying to seek meaning that very night as their naked bodies seek the warmth of each other.

Both of us were as confused with what was happening as we were silently contented with it as well. As we turned and glazed into each other’s eyes, we must have felt it deep inside; this moment in time will always be etched in our hearts.

Who would have thought that the cold steel body of the army tank could hold so much passion & love inside?

Sometimes, love is that beautiful moment of needing to belong.