Their Song

The road is speeding by, the music plays on in her ears, her lips are half parted, eyes focused on the running hedges. She is looking at the scenery passing by, but her mind escaped the present. She can hear him singing her favorite, she called it their song. 

He held her hand and pulled her closer, whispered into her ear, "Not letting you go!"; his breath fell on her shoulder as she closed her eyes and smiled. The after taste of his musky cigarette smell remained.

She glanced on her left, they were crossing over the old town bridge; there he was under the age old banyan tree by the stream waiting for her. She was running by the river bed towards him waving at him. He quickly rose, ran and picked her up and swirled around. Their giggle echoed in the air.

He opened the door for her, she looked up to him, he smiled. The room was lit up with fairy lights, the table had candles, food was all ready to be served. Light music was already playing. He took her into his arms and started moving with the beats. Their eyes locked, moves matched; perfection redefined. 

The song changed, so did the roads. She blinked twice, as if she just woke up. The last song he sang for her had been three years ago, yet the mind plays it's tricks.

With love,

Sanjukta