Elopement

by Smrutirekha Dalai

Hey you,.That afternoon when I lookedat you, it dawned upon me thatsometimes the sun might not be the cause of mesweating buckets in boilingweathers.And that, although everyonesmiles between warm anddazzling, yours feels likeChristmas; Ribbons twistingand jingle bells popping outin the middle of the streetas you cross it.Ask me how lovelorn a girlcan be, I'll invite you to cometo my dreams and see.Last night at 3, a 6 year oldme sat gawking at youas you cuddled my Garfieldbear that now lies torn andneglected in some corner ofmy store. They say your loverpartakes in your future, butboy! You are partaking in mypast as well!.That I'd want to eat and playand dance and sing and argueand tease and study with youis all I wish for looking atshooting stars.Love, you are my road nottaken.And my bags are already packed

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