Summer Romance1 min 196 1 min 196
Back in the summer of '09
When I was 14
A family of six found their home
In our neighbourhood.
They gave me a new object of affection
He was a year older than me maybe - I don't remember.
But I still have images of his beautiful face
Fresh in my memories.
He was handsome.
I was naive.
I bathed in the summer breeze
Drooling over him
And mango - shakes.
But how it broke my poor heart
That he never did the same.
Every evening at 5
He rode his Dadi to a nearby park
When Baba took me out
For our ice cream ritual.
We strolled in the sunsets - Baba and I
While my eyes were fixated on the lad
Though his never did.
But love works in mysterious ways
As another pair of spectacled eyes took their chance.
For when those younger at heart
Had failed to do it
Our grandparents had started their summer romance.