The night

It was their first rendezvous.

His blackberry eyes smiled at her strawberry lips.

Her hair was a black silk sari let loose.

The mango milkshake at the centre looked like a clueless orphan. The straw stared at them.

The lullaby of time forced the restaurant hours to come to a close.

He went to the restroom and their romance

had to rest, too.

He came back but she had disappeared like a nightmare.

He touched his pant pocket.

His credit card had eloped with her.

The night was a stupor.

Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh

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