It’s been a year since I have started blogging….
It’s been years since all that happened….
I sat in solitude thinking of that garden. It had a few bamboo chairs which often spoke our secrets to other people, surrounded by wooden fences painted white. Peaches & passion fruits hung everywhere in sight. A wonderful garden which once witnessed our love.
She had beautiful earrings that day, the first that came to my mind when I thought. Emerald drops. Lovely green. Foggy morning. Wet grass carpet. Chirping birds. Two cups of black tea. And the sweet-smelling flowers printed on her frock.
All in a go, in the same order flashed under my closed eyelids.
Lying on our back, we tried to look at the sky. It was indeed a difficult try. The tall trees of Ooty were really tall. And thick. The branches would just not let the sky see us. See her green drops maybe….I didn’t want either!
Did I tell you that she used to make delicious chocolate mousses those days? She still makes it I believe or rather like to, but these days are not those days. Rich, yummy, dark, bitter-sweet mousses. I loved it and she loved making it for me. Time would just flee faster at moments like these…when we smile at each other in understanding of very own silly thoughts.
Happy stomach and happy all at the end we would sleep cuddling.
Like an evergreen dream I thought of it all..
Of those chilly nights that still smelt of roasted cocoa beans in memories.