Summer Day

It was a hot Indian summer's day

The Sun was at its peak

The shadows at their lowest.

What to say of humans, you could not even see a bird perching outside

I had finished all my household chores,

Had cleaned the house, dusted the almirah's, watered the plants

I had even painted a Rangoli,

For you had promised you will come

I cooked the most delicious food I knew how to cook..

And was looking at the hot scorching street

For you had promised you will come

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And you came

Naked foot, walking on that hot road

Wrapped in a saffron cloth sheet

Your face smiling, your eyes shining, even Sun may feel shadowed...

And you asked come with me...

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I asked now?

Let the sun set a little, let me gather some cloths,

Let me at the least say good bye to my childhood friends...

They will miss me...

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You said now

And I followed...

Stepping on the steps you had taken, bare foot, with the single cloth that I had that day...

It was a hot Indian Summer day