September, 2013

Remember?


Remember the day
I was 13 and you 19
I used to pull at your shirt
While you walked
Ahead of me
Through the narrow 
Village path.
And you would get angry
Refuse to talk to me
Refuse to take the sweets
I would get you?
As we
Sat by the river
Subdued whispers of the trees
And...
Then you would turn 
And look at me
Touch my hair
And cheeks..
And gently hold my hands
I would be happy
Seeing you smile
While your dimples
Enamoured me!