Date

I have an economical idea of a romantic date when we are done with sunsets, beaches and candles and stuff like that (or even before that?). On hot summer days, we'd walk along cobbled streets lined with copperpod and Palash trees - road strewn with yellow petals and on reaching home fall asleep to whirring of the cooler that is pretty useless in a humid Mumbai heat. Curtains as soft as cloud drift occasionally on warm breeze and a furtive sunray makes its way in from a window. Air has a scent of sleep, love and Champa flowers in my hair. What say?

Meeting Place

Black sand and tiny stones prick your feet as you walk on the shore as you watch a purple lily in a serene lake in front. You swim into the water - pleasantly cold against your skin and pluck it. You wait - dreamily, sitting under a tree with golden grass tickling your feet, knowing I would arrive soon with a never-fading smile on my face when I would see you. As always.

A place where there is no confinement, where minds are free, where everyone knows they are fragile, where they just let us BE, where we wouldn't HAVE to, but we would WANT to. That's where you meet me.