Nanna Mathu

The Tree I was standing in front of the Banyan Tree which had dressed up new for the spring. At this twilight time the road in front of the Gandhi park was abuzz with many people particularly the students waiting for the bus. The chat centre was full. Some retired people were sitting in the Bus shelter having the discussion about the coming elections. It was 6.30 & she had not yet come. I had sent 5 sms & 3 missed calls from half an hour but in vain. This tree was a witness of our love. It started in the last spring. She had come in the green dress, with the Green-white dupatta. She had left her hair uncombed which was resting on her shoulders. A gentle breeze would push her hair from its position to her cheek, which she ever so gently put it behind her ear. Her green bindi was just a straight line, which I thought matched her dress. The ear hangings were very pretty which danced when she walked. She was very fond of her ear jewelry as she had each for her dress. I felt she was