“Music fills the infinite between two souls”~~Tagore
So one of these wintry nights, I happen to pen down these few words that I would like to share.
She hurried as it poured heavily
The fog made it difficult for her to cross, that ‘bridge’
Finally, She made it
Her feet ached and she knocked the door
She waited on the steps.
It took some time And those moments made her quiver like a child
The door opened and there He was with an air of warmth, to embrace her
She walked in to dry herself but ended up standing in front of each other..’He’ dissolving in ‘Her’ eyes
Time froze in the darkness
His lips brushed her cheeks and suddenly he turned around
Picking up his flute, He sat down to play on fresh notes
She danced in all joy
With her dress on, still soaked in rainwater, droplets dripping down from the corners of her skirt
With her hair let loose
His music washed away all the pains and aches
She melted as he played his last notes
She melted into his arms.