Close together,
Shoulder to shoulder -
Knees touching,
Yet bodies apart.
Furtive glances -
Through the sun-shades,
Yet insouciance absolute,
In gestures.
The traveling duo-
In the busy Commercial Street,
Strangers, yet bound by time and space-
Of that moment.
Fumbling fingers,
Changing sound-tracks.
Hoping no song,
Impressions on each.
And then suddenly,
The auto breaks at its destination -
Time to get down,
And get on with the world.
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