'after a long time...'
The old man with crowfeeted eyes,
smiled
And gushed almost...
Seeing him
At his chai stop
By the highway...
And the banyan
Right at the middle...
he smiled back...
'not very long...'
he reminded him
Joking...
The misty foggy highway wore a pure autumnal feel...
Mist...fog...a slight chill...
And a chai stop...
he walked up to his favourite spot...
The old grand banyan tree...
He -the grand ol tree ,
looked pretty fresh...
he placed his palms on His trunk...
Moist...algaic...wet... Soft...drenched...cool...silent...balmy...
The tea arrived...
With two biscuits...
he shared one with the chaiwallah...
he was not willing...
he insisted...
'we are kind of friends...
Are we not?
You...me...this banyan tree and the road...?'
he asked...
The old friend on road smiled...
The Sun peeped through the cloud...
Gold...
Not measured by any carats though...
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