a dance under the streetlights

They seemed to circle each other in the lamplight under the trees, close enough that a swaying arm may have circled the waist and the watchers at the coffee booth would wonder. Just as they would wonder if the trainers were too short on the tall young man with a crewcut, or if it just the sneakers showing. Their shuffling gait – almost a dance – down the road led them towards the crowd of three sitting on the grass on the edge of the road, munching and discussing lasers. They’d pause here and there, she’d clasp her small hands behind her back and look up, up and up at him. And they’d talk. Later, only images would remain: perhaps the swing of her hair from her pony tail, or the vivid sharpness of his features in the shadows, maybe the moment of laughter in circular spotlight created by one streetlight. They’d step along in the night air, before the violins started singing for either of them and never forget. This magical night with the rain hanging heavy in the air and clouds covering the dark moon, they would not run out of road. And they wouldn’t have to part ways.

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14 responses to “a dance under the streetlights

  1. This magical night with the rain hanging heavy in the air and clouds covering the dark moon, they would not run out of road.

    Sigh. 🙂

    muse is back for good, yes? 😀

  2. Nice. Vivid.

    Tell us about Rome?

  3. Woah! Beautiful. Awesome narration… I understand there is also some deep feelings, but since I don’t get much of poetic writing, will shut up and get the funda when I meet you 😛

  4. Suraksha – 😀
    I hope so. But not like it used to be. It is now like the poor pathetic dripping tap after the hostel tank has been emptied by some female who *has* to use the bathroom for three hours, god only knows why.

    AQC – Thank you.
    Coming up next… *drumrolls*

    Sagaro – It’s not me, nor anything that happened to me. It is something I’d like to see adn probably will see someday, seeing as how IISc has the atmosphere for romance. Thanku.

  5. Yes great words but I’m hoping a few of these street lamps can be switched off from midnight to 5am – Essex for example are set to save the council £1million a year from its £3.8million electricity bill for street lighting and reduce the 19,000 tonnes of carbon emissions per year. In Gloucestershire where I am we are also looking at savings – plus of course reducing all the light pollution so we can really see the magical moon and stars!!

  6. It is now like the poor pathetic dripping tap after the hostel tank has been emptied by some female who *has* to use the bathroom for three hours, god only knows why.
    Lmao! Keep prodding her, she’s sure to fly back! 😛

    My muse has absconded though. 😦 Bleargh!

  7. @Suraksha:
    Cycle gap le auto otathey. You never had a muse for it to abscond.

    @Sarani:
    I have no clue, why I keep jumping into conclusions so early…. hmmm… me is back in b’lore this 16th… will try to deliver the cow bell.

  8. @gapp:
    sheddup. i DID have one. you’re just j cos you have mental rat for a muse. 😛

  9. Now, now, children…

    @Sagaro
    16th? Sunday? Next sunday? Sure. Maybe. Erm. How many months since you came back from bell-bell land?

    @Surkasha
    From the rat-brain-comment-thingimus, your muse hasn’t gone anywhere that I can see. You blog doesn’t seem to be in MIA (Muse Is Absconding) mode.

  10. @camphor:
    it IS! it IS! of course, it’s full of posts and everything, but it isn’t something i’d want to re-re-re-read. all my snippets and beginnings and middles and ends of stories remain untold! 😦

  11. @Suraksha:
    No part of Camphor’s comment says, you had a muse in the first place. It just says nothing is changed. So don’t get over enthu.

    @Camphor:
    Brilliant. Will catch up with you there.

    3 months.

  12. @suraksha
    then hold them in your heart/head. i think that these breaks help the Muse figure out her style better. and what she wants to say too.
    i have decided that waiting is the most irritating and the best cure for all problems.

    @sagaro
    Wo-kay.

  13. Why? Do you have to write so beautifully ?

    Pointed here by a friend.

  14. @Pushkar
    You flatter me.

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