In
the middle of the night
The
rain has gone the cool breezes sing
On
the wooden bridge of a village
A
white shadow walks alone
The
moonlight shines
The
whole darkness turning bright
The
white shadow sings her songs
As
she walks along the wooden bridge
The
bird watcher wakes up
He
hears the beautiful songs in his dreams
He
opens his eyes sitting up in his tent
Rubbing
his eyes he peeps outside
He
smells the aroma of fragrance
A
woman perfume floating into his senses
He
breathes in and he gets hooked with it
He
listens to the songs bewitching his mind
He
wears his talisman
He
knows about the singing in the night
The
old timers use to narrate their stories
About
the white shadow on the wooden bridge
Now
he knows is his time
He
walks quickly catching his breath
His
eyes peel the dark dim light away
He
looks at the empty wooden bridge
He
walks to half stumped tree
Peeping
everywhere to see
He
finds nothing in the moonlight
Yet
he smells the aroma of a woman
The
wooden bridge the moonlit night
There
is nobody singing on the bridge
The
man watching it thinking he is dreaming
Maybe
he has been listening to many stories
Then
he picks up her scent
It
is coming nearer to his spot
He
can feel the cold air blowing to him
He
feels the chill taking him away..
“You
are looking for me?
I
am here all the nights for years
Not
many guys come here any more
You
can walk with me to the wooden bridge”
The
birdwatcher turns around
He
stares at the bright round eyes
A
beautiful face with a curvaceous body
He
wants to speak but no words formed
The
moonlit night casting mesmerizing work
The
birdwatcher swallows hard looking at her
“You
are talking to me or am I dreaming of you?
I
thought I heard a woman singing in the night”
The
white shadow makes eyes contact
She
moves her fingers touching on his face
“Walk
with me to the wooden bridge
You
don't have to watch me any more”
He
likes what he sees
The
tricks of the moonlight
He
stares at the white shadow
His
heart beating like falling rain
His
mind telling him
“You
have to run
If
you want to live
You
better do now!”
He
bolts away
Running
like a mad dog
He
never wants to look back
He
never wants to know
The
white shadow laughs loudly
“You
are a coward of a man
You
should walk with me
And
you can have me for life”
The
birdwatcher smells her aroma
In
the night breezes raining on him
He
reaches his house and collapses
As
the door opens wide....
His
father kneels down and feels his pulses
“He
will live; lucky for him, he runs away
Now
he can tell his story about the white shadow on the bridge”
“You
shouldn't tell him about your story” his wife retorts
They
carry their son inside
Put
him on the day bed and call the priest
The
chanting begins when he arrives
Slowly
the birdwatcher opens his eyes
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