down the memory lane

beneath the baked bowl of sky, he was standing outside the car and my heart was as clean and hungry for love as a monsoon morning in the gardens of Malabar. he blinked once, twice as if severing the thread of daydream with his thick lashes. as he was about to enter into the car, his friend said, "hey, go back, to your girl."as my heart squealed in happiness, i saw him pushing the canoe of love and passion for me into the sea of my expectations. he took me in his arms the moment he got in. the car began to move while all the gates of passion opened. we loved widly, madly and ferociously. i saw the colour of his eyes changing to that of sand, in the palm of your hand, a few minutes before the sun sinks below the sea. i fell fearlessly into my fate. we both got intoxicated in eachother; a loveliness filled our eyes, and crushed us into silent, unbreathing awe. the moment came when we had to fall apart, a grave expression passed across us like a cloud shadow sinking over smooth hills, on a sunny day. i calmed my heart by saying that its just the beginning without knowing that for him it is the end.