she

'hey you see that?'pointing her hands high,she said,'its called summertime'.

It was fall winter.
Those black fur coats and hand caps they wore could hardly make them warm.

'summertime?,but its like freezing here',he said kicking those brown and yellow maple leaves on the pavement.

'hey you zombie,i was talking about that flower, look there, that pink one with petal like bracts and all, papery stuff, called summertime',you were dreaming,huh?'
she was a little angry

'hey nope, i was just ......y'know,the only thing lacks here is some white Snow around,for it could have given a flimsy reason for this freezing cold, and look
my spine is just tingling behind the neck and it is goose flesh in my hands,shucks!
'
she peeped at his hands and then his face and at his hands back again.

she wished to hold her hands and so had he wished,but she never negotiated her hands to maneuvering over his and neither did he.they might be afraid, holding hands would make the thing between them a little shallow,not because of fear of others taking it as a faux pas


they were still walking.



Her eyes flashed past a stranger's face.she wasn't sure whether those eyes of that face were dozing away or wide open.But her faculty didn't fail to feel an intimacy in those eyes.she felt like every moment was being sliced and packed in row into a thousand and someone out there trying to let the second hand of her clock to run over every bit of that.she wasn't sure if it was that sadness of those eyes or that smugness emanating from that guy's very skin,is persuading her to stop and ask a rude"what is the problem with you"?

"Foolish and sad excuse of a human being' she wanted to yell hard to that face so badly.But she could feel deep some where,her 'cloud nine' turning into 'one that she had seen before a storm,but she wasn't sure enough whether it was her bliss she had felt some moments ago or the whole her,that had been changing.
she felt her mind asking that stranger's, 'how does it feel,when someone has just walked away,leaving the wound they left through fester?'

It was that women's eyes those were speaking.

Eyelids were pink or red,hardly recognizable,swelled but not in an ordinary way and there were dark shades under the eyes,but not a beauty saloon contribution and cheeks were like once it had enjoyed the privilege of carrying layers of colors and cosmetics,but now she could see nothing but a haze of dust.it wasn't a riddle but was an obscure blend of simple guilt and deep sadness that she felt through those eyes.

she looked herself down at her legs doubtfully,for she wasn't sure if she was walking.she felt so much like standing still and things getting blurred and falling deep into the earth swiftly and that stranger was still in that side bench with some fallen red maple leaves on her laps,stretching a silent and sad backdrop.

There was that strange, very abyssal feeling, flooding her perspective..but it was all haze,there was that serious frost materializing over her.she had to smile,but she badly wanted to cry or weep,say,the way no one would notice..she began felt thick doubts,but technically saying 'some realities', dawning upon her that whether it was her own or that stranger's eyes where she was looking,or whether it was through her future she is now walking.No way!there is no way people relish the idea of putting king size mirrors in the streets or it is not an 'back to the future' movie running she thought.

she opened her eyes,she wasn't sleeping.Is there something between pitchdark and broad daylight or between a sleep and a state we happen to see things around,very doubtful.she took a maple leaf, took in a deep breath of that scent lavender brought, tilted her face and watched two in black coats walking horizon in complete indifference.they had their hands meshed.

she smiled herself.