A shrouded figure moves from within the covered balcony.
Stretching, moving listlessly.
Sleep not yet separated from him.
Shrugs the blanket away and moves into the tiny room behind.
Comes out with a cup of something steaming in his hand.
The steam hazy in the distance, warms his soul.
The hot drink, awakening his senses.
Drags a blanket over his shoulders to keep his body warm.
He sits on the one chair atop the balcony.
and stares into the skies, wondering... waiting.... hoping.....
Blank, Still.
The height a vantage point to look down on the world rushing by.
Till he has his fill of the drink and he is ready to face the day
Alone!
Everyday......
Absence of the figure, makes me wonder!
Has he left for warmer climes?
Has he found a covered room?
Suddenly I see, not one but two.
The figures rising from beneath the covered sheets seem to smile.
Coy, she adjusts her saree around her head.
She walks into the room behind.
He jumps up and stretches, a smile to welcome the new day.
She comes with one cup of something steaming.
The steam warming the two of them.
He sits in the one chair with his legs spread out.
leaving just enough space for one more
She fits in daintily into the tiny space.
the one blanket now wrapped around two
she sips and hands over the cup to him.
They both smile as he takes a sip.
His senses are wide awake,
His soul is brimming with love.
They sit quietly, sometimes whispering into each other,
Oblivious to anyone around.
The sun-light plays on their faces, making them giggle.
They get up from their loveseat, holding onto each other,
Now both ready to face the world!
Maybe this is what they call love!!!
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