We met by an Obelisk,
His eyes staring mine,my dupatta wavered ,
a simple conversation started with a dance offer,
Eyes rolled, balance worked and the wind was smoother than ever .
Date? No,no !
we went by hawkers,
tasted the spices of streets,
sweets and drinks of bazaar!
Daytime stalls and small shoppings,
She sipped the chai from plate ,
Haul her hairs soflty from the front,
helping her wear jhumka .
Sharing the best garden seat with someone for the first time.
A day out finally
to visit each others memories ,
to visit each others haven,
to visit a place
where she buried her memories .
And that's how we ended
Sharing sorrows after smiles .
From - Bandish Bandits