On my last day in Paris, I saw him, He saw me,
Our eyes met as the boat passed beneath the Seine Bridge,
He smiled at me and trussed his blonde hair,
I shook my head as I looked away,
As we crossed under the Seine Bridge.
Camera in hand, My hair fell over my shoulders,
As I tried to capture a beautiful house on the banks,
I caught his eyes again, he cocked up his brows,
Gave me a charming smile as I blushed,
As we passed beneath the Seine Bridge.
He came forward, I moved back,
As I tripped on another’s feet, he held my hand,
Stopped me from falling,
As the boat passed Under the Seine Bridge.
I looked into his eyes, his grey eyes boring into mine,
He apologised for his upfront indecency,
Couldn’t help staring he said, you looked exotic,
I lowered my eyes as I blushed, I felt beautiful after ages,
That day under the Seine Bridge.
We got conversing about life and times,
He told me about his travels,
I told him about India, my hometown,
The place my heart belonged,
Under the Seine Bridge.
As we alighted from the boat, he held out his hand,
He asked me for an evening with him,
On the banks of Seine,
I was scared and I was unsure,
Yet, I took his hand, absorbed his warmth,
As hand in hand he led me away from the Seine Bridge.
He took me to a narrow alley,
My heart was thudding, I didn’t know what awaited me,
As we turned the corner, I saw a small restaurant,
Candles alighted, it looked ethereal and magnificent,
As I stood there surprised, he blew my hair away from my face,
And wove his hand around my waist,
As I shook my head, he took me inside,
It was a perfect Parisian evening,
I felt like a heroine from some romantic classic,
As he serenaded me with food and songs,
That man I met under the Seine Bridge.
As night fell over Paris,
He took me to the roof of an unknown building,
Scared much, he asked, as he took me to the edge of it,
I shook my head as adrenaline surged through me,
My breath stuck in my throat as I looked at the bewitching view,
Hand in hand with one I had met under the Seine bridge.
As the lights of the Eiffel tower shone in the distance,
We sat down on the roof,
A cool breeze blowing, his hands wrapped around me,
I felt beautiful, unafraid about being so vulnerable,
With that stranger I had met under the Seine bridge.
He nuzzled my neck,
It felt like I knew you since forever, he said,
I laughed, my love life hasn’t been too blissful I said,
I will fill it with bliss, he said,
I looked at him in disbelief as his hands moved through my tresses,
This angelic man I had met beneath the Seine bridge.
I never realised when I fell asleep,
When I woke up I found him looking at me,
It’s time, he said,
I knew what he meant,
He led me to my hotel,
I took my bags and he drove me to the airport,
He was silent and so was I,
As we reached my heart fell,
I didn’t want to part with this man I had met under the Seine Bridge.
As I was finally leaving, he held my hand,
I will follow you to India, he said,
I smiled and shook my head,
It was hard saying goodbye,
I had felt wanted after aeons, to be honest,
As I took flight, I realised we hadn’t exchanged numbers,
I laughed at how he had said he would follow me,
That was the end of the story for then.
It’s been months since that incident,
At times I still try to search for him,
At times I wonder if he does too,
For a mere reminisce of that one night we spent,
I have met many since then,
But I have never met another,
Who made me feel as special as did the man,
I met on that fateful day in Paris,
Under the Seine Bridge.
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