Passion

They had known each other for more than ten to twelve years, from the late school years to the present times, they met occasionally once in an year in the maximum and all in a public gatherings, like a reunion or some special events in a common friends life. When they spoke, it looked like mere acquaintance, chit chatting lazily just for the sake of talking, but inside something stirred every time they met.

They both knew the inevitable, but never bothered to acknowledge it or delayed the acknowledgment. When a friend invites him to a gathering, he would carelessly enquire about the others who would show-up, the friend always mentioned her name with less importance, not because she was not pretty, but because he was not interested in her. But he would be there for sure, if she attended. She on the other hand never enquired but something told her of his presence at times, but she never took pain in dressing up for him, she wanted him to see her the way she is. 

This unsaid intimacy never blocked them from seeing others, they both did, and once she went to a party with another guy, she thought he would be jealous, but he merely glanced and ignored her and she knew that he didn’t approve of her taste, she ignored that thought too.

This time, they met after an interval of two years, on a lavish party thrown by a common friend Aravind, who tasted the abundance of money lately that, everything around him looked extravagant. This party was for no apparent reason, except that Aravind wanted to show-off that money could make him attractive and a mockery of those unsuccessful friends.

As she walked into the room she felt his presence, even before Aravind took her to the far corner where he stood sipping a cocktail, even before she saw him she felt him. His eyes too, followed her from the moment she walked in, his eyes outlined her and her body, but there was no look of admiration in them, which made her want him more than ever. When others were drooling over her, he stayed away. But she was conscious of him and knew that he was delaying the conversation, just like her. The wait was divine, they waited until the pleasure of the speech couldn’t be held anymore. A mere conversation was itself like love making to them, prolonging the pleasure more, built up the impact of the climax, and they both reached that state together, though they stood at least some ten feet apart and not looking at each other. 
This followed itself with a slow passive walk towards each other, with a pleasant smile extended only in their eyes. Then they spoke as if they meet everyday and speak and then merged with the crowd of friends nearby as if nothing happened.  

A thread of conversation was started by some unknown face in the crowd from his business to politics to illicit relation to love and to passion. It’s a pity how the thread flows dealing everything from temple to sewage and back to reverence in one shot. "What is passion?" A sudden question was somehow directed to him by the pretty girl, who was interested in him. 
He answered without thinking, “It is a blend of victory, submission, power, weakness an act of existence, like the animal fight with blood spill, and silent acknowledgment of power over each other and the blood of both combining in a pool of red”. He spoke plainly and people accepted it saying very nice, but the pretty girl was nowhere to be seen. He smiled to himself, though people were polite he saw revulsion in their eyes, except in hers that was what he wanted, someone not just to accept him as he is, but also understand and blend with it.

After fourteen days there was a gentle knock in her door, and when she opened it, she saw him, they couldn’t delay any further, he moved inside and the whole house echoed with his words, that were not spoken by lips but it reverberated in the room and in her ears, “I have never wanted anyone, and felt this indifferent to a same person like with you, we both like to taunt each other and enjoy the pain, I know I will curse myself for coming here today, but if not with you how will I ever taste passion? Although we both know that we will never end up together to live happily ever after we will always seek each other like now”. Her eyes nodded in unison.