Pip took a sip of her tea to fill the silence but it was far too hot and her eyes prickled and filled.
‘Crying already? We haven’t even got to the sad parts.’ Ravi’s right eyebrow peaked up on his forehead. ‘Tea hot,’ Pip gasped, her tongue feeling fluffy and scorched.
‘Let it cool down for a jiffy , or, you know, one one-hundredth of a second .’
‘Hey, you remembered.’
‘How could I possibly forget that introduction of yours?'
Pip reached down behind the lectern for Ravi’s hand, sliding her fingers between his. Their entwined hands became a new living thing, her finger pads perfect against the dips in his knuckles like they’d grown just that way to fit together.
"Sen aşk ile kutsanan güzel kadın...
Ne güzel şey varlığın.
Dilime duadır adın.
Olduğun yer gönlümün mabedidir.
Sanadır kalbimdeki her atım..."
"Sevilmek ne çok yakışır sana.
Adının yanında ne güzel durur adım...*"
Raviş- Güzel Kadın