He could sense a bliss again. Someone beautiful was sitting with him, right by his side. Was she really so beautiful, or was it the alcohol?
"Why do you do it?" he asked grinning.
"Do what?"
"You know... moving from one relationship to another?"
"For the beginning part of it" She said.
They both laughed together.
"Still? " He asked after a while
She remained silent and he was mesmerized; mesmerized by her innocence. He wanted to touch her soft hands to understand the meaning of beauty.
Her voice interrupted his thoughts. "See! I love beauty. I love to touch beauty...to feel it. Beauty is measured not by love, attraction or lust. It has nothing to do with the purity or naivety but in the curiosity it arises in the beholder. Why people are so in love with Mona Lisa? 'coz they are curious about it. Why it was made? Who she was? And all. And when you are curious, as it is our innate nature, our quest transcends imagination and all logical possibilities and that we deem as love. And... right now I am curious about you boy" She smiled.
