Sipping tea in his balcony with Ghalib's gazals in the background painting the ambiance blue, those familiar foot steps draw his attention. He pretends not to have taken notice though deep inside he has come alive just as a lost Gypsy finds a settlement in the middle of a desert. She comes and hugs him from behind, that known fragrance freshens the air, that known touch swamps his emptiness. They say nothing yet it's all said.
Just to make sure he pinches himself; alas, it doesn't hurt!
Love,
Vikas
7-Aug-2011
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