Cuckoo and two women

I was walking. Was the road empty? I didnt know as my thoughts were all wandering about. A drop of water on my shoulder! I woke up partially from my dreams. Paused for a minute, a sigh...Was that your tear drop? I thought I would smile, but didnt.

"DING..." tolled the church bells.

A starched white sunday sari whispered beside me.That was time to wake up from a day dream. Sundays were boring but that never gave the freedom to sleep on a crowded road.
But still I sat on a green wooden bench beneath the Badam tree.












The bench was not completely green. The paint was stripped off at several places. The restless hands of the endless lovers had been working on them unconsiously. Only loveres were allowed to, or atleast supposed to sit on those bencehs. I too sat on the same bench.

One big 'I Love You' on the poor tree trunk. Who loved whom? Though not lovers, youngsters prefer to write that on all lonely places to get some hidden satisfaction. I thought I would smile, but didn't.

I tried to remember my talk over the phone yesterday. Did I ever say that I love her? Oh I don't remember! Such a poor memory I have. What if I told that? No no..my hands are not shivering! I am sure I would never say those frivolous words ever to anyone.

"Cooo"... Cuckoo came there in her black gown with all the other women in whilte starched sari. And she said the worng thing at the wrong time as usual; a 'Cooo'.

'Don't ever sing back to a cuckoo - it will bring sad memories to you' - I remebered my Grandma's words.

Confused I am always when Cuckoo sings.

'Sing along with the cuckoo until it flies away!' my Mom says.
Cuckoo never knew so many people are concerned about her song, or it leaves somebody like me in confusion.

'Coo' said she again and I heard her wings fluttering. Did I sing back? Or the cuckoo started singing after hearing me singing 'Coo Coo'. Did I say? Did my Grandma hear? Didn't my Mom hear?