In December of that year,
I came out of Chandigarh
Station. The first glimpse of you.
Happy, awed- Butterflies.
We hesitantly hugged.
Unable to talk clearly at first.
Like learning a new language,
Saying stuff in chunks.
What a day it was.
We roamed around all day.
The rock garden, rose garden,
Skipping the lunch-
The street food marathon.
In the evening, while we sat
By the Sukhna lake, eating
Ice cream. I wanted to Kiss you.
Couldn't muster any courage.
Months went by thinking
Should I have? or otherwise?
The un-met longing, like smoke
Raising off burning desire..
The 10 pm train to your city
From Dharwad, it took a couple
Of years before it stopped
Mocking me over that
Un-kissed evening.