I pulled my raincoat over my head covering myself from the rain as walked in a hurry through the empty road. I was old but when I saw two kids playing in the rain made me feel younger. This old town holds so many memories of mine and..... My thought cut its thread as a car splashed the puddle of water next to me. That puddle put another layer of water on my face other than the rain. I stood there for a moment a touched my face. I felt that wrinkles and touching at the tips of my fingers. Maybe I am old but my memories are not wrinkled. I looked to the other side of the road and there was a broken bench,sloped on one side. I wiped my eyes with my hands as the rainwater covered it. When I brought my hands down I saw her sitting on that bench holding a white umbrella over her, the only one whom I ever loved. It was on that bench we used sit,where she used to tell me stories and where we tasted the sweet wine from eachothers lips...She was there, sitting on that bench and she raised her hand like she was asking me to come near her. Mixed emotions run through me as my tears mixed with the rain....I ran towards her like fly towards a candle and got underneath her umbrella. She was smiling with happiness and we both pressed into eachothers arms... behind us a little bit away from the bench a man with a raincoat was lying on the road...maybe he is at peace now...

© Krishna.A