Sitting on a window seat and looking at the cotton ball-like clouds down below I relaxed. I closed my eyes and conceived that reaching home she opened the envelope in a hurry with sweet eagerness writ large on her face and started reading what was given by her friend flying down thousands of miles away. I could see her eyes rolling from left to right from one word to another like a bee humming from one flower to the next to suck up the nectar. I could read the varied expressions flashed out from her iris punctuated by the fluttering of her eyelashes. However, time runs out.
Body gives signal of protest.
Mind sets in. Expectation shoots up. Suddenly I woke up to find that I reached Delhi. In the wee hours of morning during my daily morning walk I always find her in my company. I always taste it in the raindrop.