Packs and packs of 'charminar' cigarettes,
Unpacked and unpacked just to be distributed;
At a wedding reception held in Mission Road,
One stick for each guest that come to grace[
Way back in a cold winter nightly Dec 62.
Every hand with a lighted cigarette,
It did lit up the night and add to that of the hurricane lamp;
I remembered the night as it was special to me,
The damsel who led the distribution of those white sticks
Was one who became my better half a decade later.
When it was my turn she handed 5 instead of one,
The 5 unlit sticks created a big flame in my heart since that day!
As if to confirm the flame the 5 sticks caused,
I chanced to steal a look while other eyes were closed in prayer,
To my pleasant surprise I saw a pair of eyes looking towards my direction
So both our eyes met and we confirmed the 'flame' within that night.
Then we joined the others in closing our eyes,
Only to yield to the temptation of sneaking another look;
Two eyes met again as if both were expecting a returned look,
Another closing of the eyes and another opening of them and the drama went on.
The visual communication with the language of the butterfly lasted so long as the prayers were,
Too busy to hear any word of the Pastor till everybody else said 'Amen'
We joined the chorus of 'Amen' but our 'Amen' was for another 'prayer' that was special to 'us'!
Lk Dwarka Delhi 11/1/13
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