past admission

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'Did you ever hold a woman as close as this?' she asked and hid her face in his in order to avoid the chilly winds over the top of the mountain where they has walked up in the morning to see the sunrise.

he was silent for a moment. he looked at the mountains, the clouds and the sky.

they all lay bare in front of him, in front of all, to witness them as they are, no hiding, no pretentions, no lies...just true and pure. 

'yes'...

he felt her stiffen in his arms..

'did you ever kiss her?'

'yes' he answered matter-of-factly and got lost in thoughts.

he did not realise for sometime that she had slid out of his arms and walked all the way down to the old colonial guesthouse where they were staying.
he sat there for a while, feeling the wind and the sun rays on his face. he remembered that night.

he always regretted the way his relationship with Diana had turned out, most of all he regretted being flirtatious about that relationship for a brief period of time.

he could not stand his own lack of seriousness and the whole casual way he approached her. it did not last long, he did not want it either. he wished it never happened, but then that's not how it works. you can't wish your past away. 

he sat there till he could not sit there any more due to the blinding sunlight.

he ran all the way back, when he realised that they could not find dinner last night and she would be hungry for breakfast.

'hey, i have asked Bholu to make some parathas for us, get up'

he knew she would not.

he went up to her, pulled her up,

she had cried.

'we can not control our pasts. can we? it was a mistake. it has nothing to do with us now.'

he hugged her hard and let go himself. he was crying as well.

'i can not lie to you. i do not want to lie to at least one person. that is you'

'i never knew...'

'how does it matter now'

they were silent for a while and then as if tears would find their rythymic way out of their eyes.

'you must be really hungry. come out for breakfast'

'no, i am not hungry'

'that means you are almost starving. come out'

he hugged her tightly again

she said amidst sobs

'does he give mint chutney with parathas?'

'yeah'

'can i have one extra paratha?'

'yeah'