a rainy afterthought.

heat rising like clouds,
from the heavy trampling on black tar of baked,lethargic bodies.
eyes blinded,traffic lights a blasphemy.
throats parched and seeking respite.

.........and then it rained.

grey skies blew torrents at muncipal market square.
heart felt light and sang softly slowly skipping a beat every once in a while.

mellow,mellow memoirs of a foggy window.of a lily pond with darting nibblers,of her tinkling laughter across the other bed,while she spun stories and kept me feeling alive and oh-sp-happy to be myself.

that unforgettable feeling,that the whole world could be yours if you just painted it yourself.
that happiness could lie in two burnt cookies with milk,and imagining everyone 'ten years from now..'rich and struggling, page three four or five.climbing the golden ladder or still lost somewhere down below at 25.

when it didnt matter,or mattered too too much.

when we'd leave after school and grow old together or maybe-
cynically,casually,caustically-
lose touch as most people do when they begin new lives in new worlds.

a happy beginning to that ending.


to you,achala,and rainy confessional auto rides,and green goop corner house sundaes.