'so...
Tell me...
Why are you here?
In this city?
Stranger?'
she asked him...
A stranger true...
Face sun burnt...
Arms tanned...
Legs agile...
Carrying traveler's signs...
And a bag on his back...
he was looking at the sky...
Searching for something...
he was not hearing perhaps...
'he might be a thief!
Or a fugitive...'
She thought...
Thinking...
'Otherwise...
Why did he not answer?
Is he just a traveler?'
Questions and doubts came hurrying
Into her mind...
'but ...
A thief
Or a fugitive...
i am not that to believe...
For they usually do not look up to the sky...
That too a sky which is dull conspicuous...
With no wonder in her...'
she was thinking still...
Messed up...
Troubled...
she had a terrible urge to believe...
And yet this man...non responsive...
'okay...i wait...'
she decided...
For him to answer...
Then she thought...
she heard him mutter...
Something like:
'heard people of this city
Talk about Your eyes...
As if they Love them...
So thought...
Why not i visit that Dame?
And stay awhile there...
In Her eyes?
heard people found ocean here
So thought
Why not i go there?
And take a swim there?
Plunging into the bluish green?
heard the sky here is springy autumnal monsoony and wintry the same...
All through the year...
So thought
Why not i go there
And take a flight into that sky?'
she thought she heard it right...
She thought he the traveler was right beside her...
she tried to believe that...
And tried she...
To believe...
All...
Like-
The breeze...
The drizzling morn...
The songs of cuckoos...
The smell of a french perfume...
The golf course scene-
Absolut green...
The sky scrapers spreading up arms to pray for Life...
The coconut trees sage like...
The moment of courting death and remaining alive...
The monastery with saffron flags aflutter...
The bridge that went straight to Hawai...
The vanilla ice dropping on a leaf...
Words written in blue on lips...
'relazione con dio...'
And several things like that...
she tried to believe all of that...
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