'some moments dear...
Are so marvellous...'
he started soon after coming home...
Water over his eyes...
Dripping still like molecules of his joy...
Water on his shoulder strap...
Bag wet...
his tee stuck...
She...
Stared at him
For a brief silent moment...
Eager to know
'what happened?'
'he the boy...must have got some this rainy evening...
But what?
Okay...let him speak...'
She thought
And flashing a benign smile she dropped
A towel in his hands...
'dry your hair first...
You might catch cold...'
She remarked...
But who was listening?
he like a kid was eager too
To share
With her
his experience
Of the evening...
Which seemed marvellous
For he had called it so...
An experience...
'dear...'
he started...
The towel in his hands...
(he never got bothered about catching cold...
Earlier...he cited that he got antibiotics...in his bag...)
'i stopped by the river
For a while this evening...
Met some friends old there...
By chance...today being a holiday...
And we sitting on a bench
Were about to begin
A session of our chats...
Catching up...with each other
After a long gap...
And then...
Someone said...
A storm had risen...
And we looked up
To see a storm...
A violent windy one
Coming to us
From the opposite bank
Of our silent friendly river...
And we all stood up...
Facing the wind...
We saw how waves were being built...
By the wind speedying fast...
Waves like a miniature ocean just
But waves still with foams white...
Like phosphorus bright...
Playing...
And we stood...
In arms...
Friends old...
By our friendly river...
And the wind was hitting us hard-
Soon
it carried needles of rain
Like in shooting spree the God trained
His most beautiful part...
He sent arrows of love...
And care...
At us...
And we stood
By our silent friendly river...
And He up there
Thought of taking pictures of us
Perhaps...
For He flash bulbs charged
Like million kilowatts
Across the dark cloudy supranormal sky...
We stood riding the tide...
And the rain...
O she came with bonhomie and Love...
So much so that we embraced us
In a circle as if we were mere players...
Huddled...
Strong and happy...
And it went pitch dark...
Only the flash bulbs charged...
Drenched we all got...
And we all still forgot
Where we actually belonged...
Had we got homes?
We just rode
The tidal waves...
And in the nearby temple
The priest sang a prayer
Of the evening...
And copper bells might be ringing fast...
For we heard...
Them all...
Dear...
What an evening He to me had brought...
And see
What i dripping wet
bring to you?
Aren't you happy?
Don't you feel
The joy in it?
Tell me...
Please tell me...'
he...
Stopped..
Running out of breath...
Sharing fast his golden gate
Again...
Only for her...
She smiled...
Her divine one...
And taking the towel from his hand
Started wiping his hair...
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