An August Evening

It was the month of August, 20 days before I could celebrate my 16th birthday...

The streetlights lit the hood of my car dimly... I was 10 feet away from it. Light showers had just started and drops formed a vivid image in the orange lights...I was watching the small drops falling on the flowerpot. I sat by the pillar in complete darkness.

She was close beside me! Her head rested on my shoulders... Her hands on mine,

It was the time when she entrusted me with any thing....I thought I was her savior then!!

We were in our own world.... None could separate us right now... Her parents out to Mysoorie... Leaving her and her grandmother alone.

I was too, alone with my dad. It had become a habit for both of us to meet in the evenings... Her grand mother would be engrossed in watching television while my dad would be away at the gymnasium... The time was perfect for both of us... We spent quite a lot of time together.

But this evening was special. It was the day that marked the fifth year since we met. I thought it as a memorable day... The water silently flowed, glittering in the dim lit street while we sat embracing each other.... though we did not speak a word but it seemed that we had a long conversation in those thirty minutes...

Days have passed.... Relations have changed... People had come and people are gone, time has passed.

But what have not changed are the rains and the beautiful aroma that comes with them. I can just hope that wherever she is, in whatever condition she is.... she remembers those evenings.As I sit by the window in my room, all lonely... I can just pray for her and try not to weep...