The language of the Hands
Taking someone’s hand into your own is the most beautiful gesture you can ever make. It’s like you want them to trust you, you tell them that you’d take care, you’ll hold. You make them feel your presence in a supportive sense.
Letting them take your hand feels as pleasing. For a moment you feel like you’re free, like you have someone to drive you now, to lead you. There’s someone you can trust for the moment at least.
Ever wondered why in a two-step dance the man leads and the woman follows? He asks for her hand. (Though how I wish it happened the other way round too, but that isn’t the point now.)
Isn’t it too wonderful?
And how is it when you hold each other’s hand? When the fingers interlock? When the palms touch with no distance between them? Simple, it makes the feeling mutual. It makes the control shared, the efforts joint.
It makes the trust mutual.
Isn’t it fascinating how much a simple contact of skins can mean?
You feel all of that, in just a fraction of a second, the one in which it happens, and it’s too much happening all together to for anyone to be able to explain.
And what do we call it when it’s unexplainable?
Yes, Magic it is. ?
Posted: by Khushi
