a street child
walked up to our car
and knocked
"you'll get married.
..real soon."
i laugh
as youth laughs
i turn around
look at him -
his laugh lines
approach the crinkle
of his eyes
i ask the child
"are you sure?"
she nods.
i tell him to give her
paper money
no coins business
woh boli
shaadi hoga!
i tell him
he had
missed the obvious
that used to be
my love story
as simple
and uncomplicated
as that
