SHARANYA BRINDA
Wonder creeps upon him,an ethereal feel, as she stood alongside,
amongst the many others, all complete strangers ,
Besides her cinnamon scent,or sapphirish cashmere dress,
Or anything that could be perceived by his physical senses,
He wondered..
A strange feeling, something telepathical, seeming to seep through her to him,
Not far away, eyes down, she stood, struggling hard to fake anonymity,
With strong hopes for everything he had just underwent,
An air of disclosure encompasses as the void of enigma dissolves..