The station was bustling as usual
The train was crowded than usual.
I boarded the bogie quickly
And rushed to my seat hastily.
Slowly chugged the train
To go past the terrain.
The pretty girl sat by the window,
And smiled as the breeze cajoled her
She burst into a non stop chatter,
As the clouds began to gather.
I enjoyed her talks
And was soon lost in my thoughts.
“I wish I could tell you
how like the rain you are…”
These words shook me awake
My eyes opened to a young man
Who stood beside the girl
Holding her hand.
Anna*.. Called out the girl
Yes Kanmani**.. Came the reply,
As she picked up her stick and glasses.
She was an angel with blue eyes
Whose charm and chatter
Soothed the eyes and ears.
The sudden breeze carried the petrichor
And as I paced fast to reach the door
Her words echoed through my mind
It struck me at that moment
That she sensed him like a petrichor
Which makes us sense the rain.
Photo by Anna Atkins on Unsplash
*Anna – elder brother in Tamil
** Kanmani – pupil of the eye(literal meaning) ;used to address children or beloved in Tamil