Life's a cycle people say.
You end up where you started.
I met those eyes in the temple,
waiting eagerly to get the pongal.
Not noticing each other;
we blindly stood, focusing only on the pongal.

Years later here we are,
the same temple,
the uncle giving pongal,
the same she but more beautiful ,
the same me staying the same,
but this time the Pongal didn't matter.
*the eyes mattered*
hers spoke a million,
lighting up my darkness ,
we smiled at each other,
knowing the play of brain chemicals,
not uttering a word,
there we were standing and waiting and waiting............
© @broken_piece