She was looking at it for some time now, fidgeting and contemplating if she should. It was not about lighting that cigarette she had been her fear she was going to lose herself if she let her guards down, never to come back.The light breeze that blew did nothing to lighten the heaviness of her heart. It was the dreadful crossing over, a transition she was about  to make, jumping off the fence to the forbidden side and never find her way back to sanity. She refrained all these years but this time as she knew she couldn't hold back. At 28 now, life’s unfair tricks and of gathering strength. Her still trembling hands lit the match stick for the 7th time now, hands trembling and the stick blew off every time in the wind, she knew she wasn’t trying hard enough. She lit the match-stick again, moved it determinedly this time when he gently placed his hand on hers and brought it down. “This is where you should stop”, he said. She closed her eyes to soak in the moment, someone had made the decision she couldn’t, someone had saved her. When was the last time she wasn’t struggling alone, never. A tear rolled down her eye. She picked up her shattering pieces still wanting the moment to melt her down and turned to look at him.

He was a tall & mature man, with feeble yet well distributed hair with shades of grey. He was lean & pleasantly fit. His stubble of salt and pepper suited his thin angular face just perfect. His strong determined demeanor well combined with the casual tee, lose hanging jute pants and a sling bag. He was fit enough to give a guy in his twenties a run for his money but he was on the other side of forties I could tell. The dark hazel brown eyes wore a determined express of “you should not” rather commanding “” rather commanding “I will let you not” crisp & clear, even through his rimless glasses. He kept looking at her as he read the million questions in her eyes fade away as quickly as they rose up. He looked at her sharply, something keeping him from kissing her that he so wanted to, yet she felt it, no desperation, a million pure emotions charged the moment. She remained still, felt the kiss that did not happen. They looked at each other, with no hesitation. Somewhere high up in the mountains in a small village near a barren monastery at 13000 feet, silence was the language that spoke for long in the music of the breeze and the ambiance of the setting sun. He finally broke the silence as he said,”  crisp & clear, even through his rimless glasses. He kept looking at her as he read the million questions in her eyes fade away as quickly as they rose up. He looked at her sharply, something keeping him from kissing her that he so wanted to, yet she felt it, no desperation, a million pure emotions charged the moment. She remained still, felt the kiss that did not happen. They looked at each other, with no hesitation. Somewhere high up in the mountains in a small village near a barren monastery at 13000 feet, silence was the language that spoke for long in the music of the breeze and the ambiance of the setting sun. He finally broke the silence as he said,” I have been watching you, reading you since a few days, no I wasn’t stalking you, you just.. happened”. She knew he wasn’t lying. She replied holding his gaze. ““Would you like to keep watching some more.” ““I wish to but I am, I can't you know why, he said holding her’s back. ". "Yet that’s what I want", she said, “ she said, “Let’s blur those lines between us, she said while holding his gaze stronger than ever, she said while holding his gaze stronger than ever, let’s forget that borders even exist “.