The Story of Us: The Encounter

We met in the shades of a mango tree
I was then thirteen and you were fifteen.
While I sitting engrossed with my stories
You were whistling a tune
Both of us having there own thoughts.
This became a habit, a schedule.
On the same spot, every Friday afternoon.
Contented with the silent company.
Tying a bond of friendship,
Though never even knowing each names.

Until one day the mango flowers came.
And its sweet scent was in the air.
I was sitting in my usual place,
When the flowers fell like rain around me.
I looked up, and then I saw you.
You were smiling, though more like grinning
While sprinkling the tiny blossoms at me.
You hastily climbed down but slipped,
Then came sliding down the tree.

I rushed to helped, but said
“You looked like a fairy you know, with these.”
Combing the blossoms in my hair with your hands.
Then I frown, confused with your actions.
“By the way I am Bernard, what’s yours?”
“Rhea.” Shaking hands, the electricity was felt.
Engulfing our very being, our very soul
Sealing the knot of two futures.
The beginning of the story of Us.