Rascal!

She hasn’t yet arrived
And already speaks of leaving.
All I could do was
To just sit on that high wall
Reading her texts after texts.
 
     ‘It’s been quite late, isn’t it?’
 
     ‘Been waiting since long?’
 
     ‘Am just on my way!’
 
     ‘I couldn’t help it...
      Was confused about which saree should I wear!’
 
     ‘It’s the chrome, green bordered one...you’d like that won’t you?
 
     ‘I got to be back home by 6; Ma’s home today.
      Any later, she’ll be suspicious.’
 
     ‘We made chikki* today!!!!!’ Will bring you some tomorrow.
      You’ve never tasted my cooking after all!’
 
     ‘Sitting on a wall today, you Rascal!
      How am I to climb it up in my saree?!’
 
I jumped down smiling to myself.
The watch was merely 5 minutes away
Before it had to reach 6.
She appeared elegantly mature in a saree,
Till the moment her smile broke out.
Eclipsing her maturity
With a priceless naughty blush.
 
She sat down on the lawn just there,
I walked towards her.
Amidst the fresh green grass
A bright sunny blossom in full bloom.
She held my hand firmly in hers
Soon as I sat down next to her.
Trailing her dainty fingers tenderly
Across my tremulous fingertips, she said-
 
“Rascal!! Now come on, drop me back home!”

*Chikki is a traditional Indian sweet generally made from groundnuts and jaggery.

Original Hindi: http://chandlafzrozaanaa.blogspot.in/2012/11/blog-post_9892.html