That day as we walked along the river,

the sun was bright and the air cold.

The village boy looked at us and smiled reluctantly.

A friendly stray dog followed us for food.

A kingfisher made a V shaped smile in the sky.

Some milky, translucent, and strange pebbles we picked

and made a cairn for another passer-by to see,

The words flowed like stream as we walked together.

And warm silence walked along for long stretches,

Tiny flower and their intricate stigma,

Looked as pretty as the big ones

Wisps of steam from sweet tea in an earthen cup,

Warmed my being starting from my palm,

A long gaze at the trees growing acrobatically on cliffs

Precariously beautiful as some defining moments in past

That was a walk which still shines like a pupa of an exotic butterfly,

It was a walk when we had forgotten our phones in the car.