Dancing in the rains- a distant romantic dream

Its not romantic anymore

Waiting for a rickshaw when it pours dogs and cats.. fielding the mud-slinging..praying endlessly for a lift to my destination…and in comes a rik with a blow and whizzes past the puddle of water full of muck and all the wait ends in the splash on my dress totally redesigning it…all I say to self..its not romantic anymore…

Half-drenched I wait till the another one comes and runs past me lending a deaf ear…makes me feel in Rome…then many go and don’t stop by..ferrying many …but can’t envy them..because I didnt write their destinies..the self-talk intensifies…reflecting on the start and end of the universe and everything that falls in between.. all i say, its not romantic anymore…

Finally with a heavy heart I manage to stop a Rickshaw with a fair attitude and not a foul one and ask, “Bhai where on earth can you leave me..and to my surprise, he said, “Madam aapko jaana kahan hai?”

A moment of ecstasy..but can’t dance in these rains..its not romantic anymore..

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