A year ago
Dark clouds covered the sky outside, signalling the probable onset of monsoon – their favourite season.
Yet, they chose not to venture outside and enjoy the sight of waves lashing on the tetrapods with a scarcely believable intensity from inside the beach side cafe.
Gusts of wind blew outside wiping away the dust and dry leaves on the earth. As the manager of the cafe ignited the fireplace, they looked at each other. The warmth in his eyes aptly reciprocated by her.
The moment was there for the taking. The elements were in their element. “I love you.”, he said.
Today
Their gaze was ahead, no longer were their eyes emitting fire towards each other. But the warmth was unmistakable as they walked side by side.
Dry leaves lay scattered on the road, forming a carpet for them to walk on.
The sea was calm and there was no breeze. It seemed as if their ebb and flow had been absorbed by the lady and her companion.
The sky was clear, forming a bubble for their love to blossom.
The elements were calm, yes, but they had done their job a year ago by setting in motion an endless story.
For the characters in it to savour, for the whole wide world to revere.








