It took me a while to find my tongue. …Who are you? Staring in amazement I muttered under my breath.
Wrapped in the evening blush a callow youth wet behind the ears, you were standing in the doorway.
Holding the cup of non-dairy butter and cream I vegged out in the veranda. I could feel your gaze lightly skimming my rose chikan saree. A waft of steamy momo balls immersed in hot, tangy sauce bursting with exotic spices kissed my senses out of the blue.
In the dim light, I watched you sauntering towards me.
…Who are you…?