Road

There is a road in front of my house. Fairly nice and busy. At night the street lights opposite my house light up the road beautifully, like copper mixed with gold. Had the neighborhood been a little more scruffy, the road would have had a mysterious and maybe a little scary air about it. But thanks to the pleasant looking houses, and a temple, the road is as good as it comes.The road would be a beautiful place to click photographs that could be kept in an album, not just for Instagram. 

Years ago, when a teenage love was in full bloom, this road was one of the places where I could see the next door boy without anyone seeing me. I guess the uncle who's living across us had spotted us and "reported" it to my dad. Well, no questions were asked and that love quietly withered away, without leaving much pain, unlike the loves that followed. 

I always wish someone was standing across the road waiting to look at me at night when I came to lock the gates. Even though, if someone were to actually choose that place to exchange sweet looks I'd have been terrified expecting my dad to come out any moment to check.

I guess if someone actually tried to woo me by waiting for me to come to lock the gates at night, it might work. Maybe...