If Something Should Happen...

Overcast skies, like budding friendships, hold the untold promise of rain, a relief from the mundane, expectations that grow like a balloon feeding on empty space, one more gulp or a small prick could kill it if I hold it too long. Today I let go, at the right instant, watch it lift weightlessly, effortlessly, making insane patterns against the grey sky.

When I stand near the doorway of the train, and look down, I can see the tracks bordered by running sewer. But the dupatta of the lady standing before me, flies in the wind and touches my face accidently, in all its infectious ebullience, and I am caught in a moment, much like ShahRukhKhan and Kajol on a trip to the Alps in a Yash Chopra movie. That's all it takes, really.