My reality

I had a dream.

I was in Mumbai again. He and I were walking down the road where we used to take our midnight stroll - the same road I’d fallen in love with during my visit…the field, so much bigger without the children and the chaatwalas…the trees bathed in a warm yellow glow from the street lights…the hushed-up murmurs of the security guards – their faces smiling in relief on spotting familiar faces…the noise of traffic so afar…
Moonlit sky and just a slight breeze that made me snuggle up to him. As always, he put his arm around my waist.
He smiled.
(*sigh*…the dimple.)
We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to speak.
I don’t think we were intent on reaching anywhere at all…