Reminscing On A Train Ride

The memories Of the quaint retreat Nestled in the hills, After our wedding. Bemused I reflect, How twenty years Have fled. Seated next, A newly wed Hand in hand Slept, Bride bedecked. Her head Slowly slipped To rest On her husband’s chest. A half smile On her lips. Like us On their way To the hills. The train Picked up speed To take Us to our destination: Kalka station. Is theirs An arranged Marriage? Perhaps like us, They are Getting away To get better Acquainted, In privacy Away From Intruding relatives With light banter Holding hands, Together we glance At our unaware Co passengers. I know, He knows What I am thinking. He holds my hand And caresses Me with his eyes, Moist with Tenderness.