It was a beautiful day
In mid May
Stolen from the Geetanjali
Or Mid summer nights dream
The house was bright
Sun drenched
The outdoors poured in through
Large French windows
The garden bloomed with
Roses, daisies, Amaryllis
The Large purple
Clematis strained to be let in
My heart sang as I skipped
In my green checkered shift
The doorbell rang
He stood there
Lean, in a crisp white shirt
He smiled hiding a parcel
I hugged him in the threshold.
What do you have there?
I tried to peek, he held
Me with one hand
I will show you, he said
Slowly guiding me to the seat
Later, much later he fed me a spoon-full of rabadi
We were both happy
That Sunday in mid May
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