RIVER OF TIME

It was drizzling

but the sky was not

cloudy…

Moon was peeping through

the window curtains.

Listening to the music

of the drizzle  

with her heart thumping with 

joy and excitement

impatience overpowered her to go

out and get a bit drenched by the  rain drops.

“Look, it is drizzling,

let’s go out and

enjoy the rain drops

touch us after a long  

spell of summer’ –  she whispered

in his ear sweetly.

‘Gone mad?

To get out of the room and

dance  in the

drizzle at these late hours?’-

he frowned upon her

muttering something

in a rough mood

she fell silent and sad.

She was

recollecting the

spring season in their

life when they were

two love - birds.

During those days

with the approach of evenings

both love-birds

after their office times

met at Wheelers’

at Church gate station

-          their evening rendezvous.

After sharing tea at

hotel Salkar

they used to catch taxis

and after getting down

both walking hand in hand

moved to the city’s

beautiful circular garden

their everyday resting point

and spent time

till darkness envelopes the city

and with the sodium vapour lamps

spreading their yellow lights.  

Sitting on the grass carpet in the garden

under a gulmohar with

thousands of bright and pretty red flowers

resembling shining jewels.

They did have many things

to talk about. Laugh about, think about the

future days with him resting

his head on her lap

oblivious of the vehicles

and crowd circumbulating

the circular garden.

Sometimes in the course

of whispering sweet nothings

it drizzled and both with excitement

and exhilaration

got drenched.

Embracing eachother

planting kisses on

each others cheeks

she recalled

what all he said

when he noticed

rain drops falling

on her forehead

and rosy cheeks.

‘The rain-drops makes

you more pretty,

prettier than a reality,

an angel – rain drops,

looking like diamonds.’

She used to get

embarrassed while he

showered praises on

her beauty and experienced  

immense delight beyond words.

Later with he

tying the nuptial knot

around her

and they undertook

tours to tourist resorts

as part of their honeymoon

both got drunk with the beautiful sights of

well-known monuments and pretty landscapes.

It took long to

come down to reality

with both of them

beginning to learn the

art of living and

with the flow of the

river of time

the love and

harmony between them

began to  lose its rhythm

slowly very slowly

and the distance between

them got wider and wider.

They became two parallel lines

in the course of

flowing river of time.

Listening to the music of drizzling

she got up and

walked towards the

window

parted the curtains

and glanced at the rain drops

touching the earth

in the moon-light. 

Meanwhile

he had started

snoring…

She felt kind of

hatred towards the

man who once had

all love and praises for her.

Like the rain drops

drops of tears

filled both corners of her eyes.