KhepiAri

I peep through the plastic curtain that protects me from clear drops splattering on the grey path. Rickshaw rattles smoothly and I see a herd of black hoofs gracing the same grey. Each black pair  hoofer's away to the nearest shelter to keep the drops at bay. The stem of grass gets cleaned and I see the blades’ shining as every drop runs  down its neck to crimson earth. More I peep out the brighter the world grows on my mind. Sleeve of my blouse gets socked to turn a shade darker as I force open the curtain by another three inches. The darker green in my trouser slowly climbs up and chills my legs. Droplets flood my glasses and my rickshaw puller asks me to duck my head in.  A girl wearing orange earrings warps her magenta dupatta around her body earns my glance. Her blue rubber slippers paddles past me. For next few moments I am in love with her. School children in blue and white giggle and cross the road. My rickshaw puller begs me to go under the polythene curtain