Over the bridge, we walked. Under the clouds that looked dark. Between its spaces, the sky still holding a string of ray. Long umbrellas in our hands; walking before us, being our stick. The only noise on the road was of these umbrellas touching the ground -tick- tick- tick. The sounds of two umbrellas went in rhythm. We did not look at each other. We werent holding hands too. Our other hands busy getting warm inside the jacket. There was nothing that we spoke. Just walked. Just followed the road to home. We saw a bench facing the river. The river that was flowing from many homes far away. What would be their journeys back home, I wondered. Both of us took a sigh and sat there, resting the umbrellas on each others, beneath the bench. It was turning dark. The streets lights were turning on. The river danced with reflections of different lights in it. We looked at it. Heard the water. Felt the subtle breeze playing with our hair. I pulled my other hand off the jacket and I placed it open on the bench. And then.....
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 02:14:24 +0000
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