Visalakshithe End

On a visit to that tiny village, Whose name is always romantic to me, I relocated the house to my thrill After the lapse of sixty long years. The girl of this house was my maiden love. The love that blossomed was just a month old. In the first visit she entertained me With warmth that culminated in kisses. In the last visit we were closeted With the freedom of being without clothes. She gave me herself governed by the trust And yet refused to lose virginity. We were in the small floor led by a flight Of stairs bound by doors from the verandas That encircled an openyard inside the house. The cell had a window throwing light on us. Intimate chats took us for many plans Till the stair door was knocked at to our shock And we were caught red handed by her mother. Her mother let me have a quick exit. Next day i was sent to my native village. The same day morning she fell into the well And was rescued, i came to know later. Both were seventeen then, i knew far later. Seven years later in the same year Both were married severally Without knowing by either of of us. I met her in her house thirty years after. She died as a widow from kidney failure. Till her death she was cautious at all cost That her children get no iota of doubt About our relation by keeping me out. June,2018