"Of Ghostly rains & an abandoned umbrella"...She said...

Of passions lost & passions remembered…… Of Monsoons & ripples of longing that ache to unleash a surging desire.......Of rainy days & wet kisses…..Of thigh high waters clogging lanes & a single purple umbrella being shared by two…..Of traffic being thrown out of gear & closeness under the umbrella…..Of male frogs with virile croaks attracting mates & two hearts on fire, shielded from the world by a pretty umbrella that’s bathed in the colour of passion…..Of street urchins splashing murky water on passers-by & a subtle hungry exchange of glances under the umbrella…..Of paper boats floating by & a raging Lust leaking from the open sky, drop by drop…..Of semi-dry clothes getting soaked on clothes lines on terraces & testosterone running high…..Of rickshawpullers pedaling towards shaded structures & Her clothes clinging to every curve…..Of fathers carrying sons on their shoulders & a blush spreading under an umbrella which is purple…..Of open street vendors running helter skelter with their wares & a proximity that increases inch by inch,second by second…..Of mothers rushing their daughters indoors & two souls trying to prolong their stay outdoors….Of plump rain drops sliding down the glazed windows & the umbrella making its way to a secluded haven…..Of the sky wiped clean of the noisy birds that flew into their nests & rains freezing in mid air ; time pausing ; pin drop of silence, for a minute-as the grip on the umbrella is lost…..Of the wet soil fragrance hanging heavy in the air & burning lips….. Of a July rainshower,an abandoned purple umbrella & bruised lips…. Of ghostly rains & painful memories….