Friday, February 20, 2015


They met in a night's dream
And chose to take a rickshaw ride
Their arms brushed as the rickshaw was pedalled 
Across the streets of the city
Whose air was laden with the smell of spices
Pepper, dry ginger and cardamom in particular
Their disposition was 
As modest as the mode of transport :
Little nothings were shared, and careful kisses planted 
Their fingers entwined, held tight,
Under the cloth- shelter of the rickshaw;
Stealing a look or two of each others' hidden naughtiness.
As they went past the spice city in gay abandon,
They dozed. 
From Dream to Reality.