A week since.
The memory of the smile reappears
into the foreground.
The kohl-rimmed eyes, that hair let loose,
they come back.
The mind reminisces in slow-mo.
Pauses. Replays moments.
Then stills in time.
The faint lavender scented perfume lingers.
The fingers retrace
the brief moment of light touch.
The laughter is heard once more.
A frisson of anticipation
of the next time passes through.
And the spirits lift again.
Inspired by one of my favourite songs, rendered with an Indian fusion twist…