She was my student's mother 

I had called in regard to her son's performance

Her voice, it was precisely her refined voice

That captivated my mind

After the brief preliminaries 

We kept in touch

Rather I was the one who called her 

On some pretext or the other

The first time I saw her was on the day of the PTM

While I was engaged with other parents

She waited for her turn

She was the last one

My heart was in my mouth

When she sauntered towards me

She was not just a form

But a persona

Her sensual aura, she was draped in chiffon saree

Made my heart beat quicken

I stammered and blabbered 

Making a mockery of myself

But gradually I recovered 

I lingered the meeting

For I wanted to soak her being

After she left, I remained quite 

Rooted and lost 

There was something enigmatic about her

Since then I keep in touch with her

She responded courteously 

Even if I was aware of her husband's designation 

I couldn't help myself

Finally, mustering up my courage 

I asked her for a date

She agreed for we shared our passion for books 

We met at a cafe

I read out few lines from my favourite author

While she read out her erotic poetry 

Our friendship blossomed over months

But I could never express my feelings

Once while we were watching the splatter of rain 

Outside the window 

I told her bluntly 'be with me'

I will, she replied 

Holding hands, we continued watching the monsoon glory.

©LR