As the bus came to a slow halt,
He felt a chill breeze up the sleeve.
The smell of jasmine in the air,
His eyes wandered along
And there she was walking 
Straight towards him in the aisle,
Draped in a green bordered sea blue Saree.

There he was, his eyes wide open,
Dumbstruck in her beauty.
And smiling at him, as she came close,
She sat beside and rested her head on him.

As the blood rushed to his heart,
With her warmth, her fragrance
And all her beauty.
She whispered ‘Am I there yet?’
Closing his eyes, he grinned
And replied ‘You are full of it’

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