There is a city, deep inside my heart and in corner of my imagination.
It’s a beautiful place with colourful street light, and pink roads.
Our home is a little stone house,
with cute wooden furnitures and ceramic culinary sets.
Painted in the theme of black and white colours.
We have curtains of solid silver and black metallic balls,
which make happy sounds whenever we slide it across.
There’s a little pond with colourful fishes and two beautiful crotons.
It was a perfect evening to take a walk to the city’s beautiful market.
Little kittens and puppies running around the street corners,
with a layer of rain water covering the land,
and the Love of my life beside me.
A small hut and a old lady selling raw mangoes and amla,
we sprinkle some paprika and salt on it, to give our taste buds a high spice.
Other corner had a man grilling hot chicken tandoori.
Meanwhile, our floral transparent umbrella dripping rain water on the sides,
touching the waist and thighs.
I look above and see the nature spilling it’s blessing on us.
The road looks empty,
just with us and few people taking their way to reach home,
and two sparrows searching for a shelter.
My hair clutch was sliding down, and his watch dial covered with droplets of rain water.
With calmness around, no unnecessary volumes of anything, and his hand holding mine,
we look at each other with undefined smile and love.
There’s no secret in the city,
neither in our hearts.
We converse about all the things we see on the lane, and speak out all the words from heart.
On reaching home, I take my way to the kitchen to prepare his favourite Elachi Ginger Tea.
I pour it in a mud cup, reach him to the balcony, sit on the cushion sofa, and admire rain water dripping down through the roof.
No hiding, no magic, no lies,
but to hold hands, stay around, pull waist, talk about life, and smile together.
An Imaginary City of Love and Togetherness. ♥️
© Yashica Priya