A sleeper coach….both Bengal-bound;
Side berths that faced each other;
It was a solo trip for me,
And you were with your mother.
Our likes turned out to be the same:
The rich Masala Tea,
And when there were no chaiwallahs,
We’d opt for Jhal Moori.
While passing through the vestibule,
I saw you standing there
Against the door; the summer breeze
Was fanning your soft hair.
No dialogues…….and though my mind
Remained upon a book,
It watched out for small pleasantries
So we could share a look.
Night came. I helped you place the berth,
The pillow and the sheet;
While climbing, your small jhumka fell
Beside my shaky feet.
I picked it up; reached out to you;
Placed it on your cupped fingers;
You smiled at me, our young hands touched—
A moment which still lingers.
Bengal: a province/state in India.
Masala Tea: a tea prepared containing a blend of various spices.
Chaiwallahs: tea sellers.
Jhal Moori: an Indian snack.
Jhumka: an earring.
Shamik Banerjee is a poet and poetry reviewer from the North-Eastern belt of India. He loves taking long strolls and spending time with his family. His deep affection with Solitude and Poetry provides him happiness.