Purple

Purple lights

Of the Howrah Bridge

Ferry caught in the rains

And we, in our nor’wester

That first kiss

Without the kiss

While dancing in the thunder

And hoping the journey never ends

 

But summer’s storm brings short relief.

At the busy Howrah Station

I turned back

And time split, a part of me still there

On the ferry

Tasting rains, looking ahead

The other me, awaiting clouds

And a nor’wester to wake me up again…

 

4^th March, 2026