In the movie "The Dirty Picture," Abraham asked Silk, moving a little closer, "How many people have touched you?" Silk smiled softly, holding his gaze, and replied with melancholy, "Many have touched me, but no one has ever truly reached me."
We've all noticed that scene near the end of the song "Meri Jaan" in "Gangubai Kathiawadi." In the scene, Shantanu is desperate to touch Alia's body, while Alia takes his hand and runs it over her forehead and through her hair in supreme contentment. Her distant eyes overflow with years of unfulfilled longing for someone's affection—not for mere touch, but for that gentle caress, that heartbreaking thirst accumulated over a thousand years for just a moment of tenderness from someone.
In women's lives, many will find their way to touch their breasts, backs, hips, thighs, bellies—uninvited, unwanted, sometimes even forced; yet perhaps not a single person will ever place a hand on their head with pure tenderness, even after a lifetime of waiting. This is a lifelong search—for just a little bit of fulfillment!
Anyone can lay hands on every part of someone's body if they want, anyone can press lips to lips and satisfy their desire with a kiss. Yes, you can touch someone with just a little wanting, but even with all the wanting in the world, you cannot truly reach them.
Rather than a well-built body in a tight, buttoned shirt, women want a man of tenderness in a loose shirt—a man who will not merely touch them, but reach them deeply when their hearts are burning. A woman's body may burn, but her soul burns far more.
They want that hand which will stroke a fever-burning forehead and say, "Don't worry, the fever will pass." When their hearts are heavy, they want the hand that will pull their head to a chest and say with absolute trust, "Rest your head here and cry as much as you want. Don't be afraid, I'm here!"
That's it! Just this much! Even receiving this little, a person could die quietly in happiness. Nothing more—people sit thirsting just for this much!
Even a prostitute who is touched by ten men in a day can say without hesitation as she goes to sleep at night, "No one has ever truly reached me, not even once!"
Even a man who plunges headlong into the company of new women whenever he gets the chance can think on some rain-soaked night, gazing indifferently at the sky, "No one has ever truly reached me, not even once!"
People are really like cats and dogs—they melt like wax when they receive affection and tenderness, and when they catch the scent of love, they want to die happy, breathing it in deeply.
Men and women alike understand the difference between touch and reaching someone's soul. And because they understand, the moment they sense affection and feel that deeper touch, they open their hearts instantly like a bag of chips and surrender it completely to whoever gives them that boundless tenderness, that profound connection.
I say again: you can touch someone with just a little wanting, but even with the deepest longing, you cannot truly reach them. To touch, you need only the body, but to reach someone, you must bring your soul as well.
দাদা পড়ে অনেক ভালো লাগলো। এ রকম অ্যাপ তৈরি করার জন্য অনেক ধন্যবাদ!
আপনাকে ভুলে গেলেও আপনার কিছু লেখনি মানসপটে রয়ে যাবে।
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