The Incurable Romantic!

Have you heard of the incurable romantic,
looking for that impossible love.
Wanting to swirl with her partner,
on nights the stars twinkled above!

Wishing for long hours of banter,
holding hands and cuddling tight.
Stealing kisses with unabashed candour,
faces smiling, eyes bright!

Glasses raised, its a toast,
to another couple in love, almost.
But not quite, see that's the thing,
the eyes may shine, but the heart doesn't sing!

Have you heard of the incurable romantic,
looking for that impossible love.
Will it be found, does it exist,
that elusive, tricky, unpredictable stuff!

The little mystery

The rain had picked up speed in the last fifteen minutes that Robin had been staring out of the window. You could no longer distinguish each individual drops, it was a steady stream now. Not like water streaming out of a shower head, it was more like a bucket of water being poured over your head.

The slim rivulets of rainwater were gaining strength as they joined each other over the asphalt street and moved in a determined fashion towards the drain. Their purpose clear and defined -- to sweep the streets of the tiniest grains of dirt as they flowed steadily towards the drainpipe.

The tiny rainwater streams were now dragging some red rose petals across the street, noticed Robin. Trying to locate the source of the petals, her eyes fell on the young man standing on the footpath across the road, holding a bouquet of red roses!

He did not seem to be aware of the rain or maybe that was the least of his concerns. May be he had a bigger decision to make. Could he be calling on his beloved for the first time and mustering courage before he rang the bell?

Maybe he had fixed a meeting with his girlfriend, who stood him up. How sad! Or maybe his friend had asked him to get the bouquet for some occasion.

Whatever the reason, why didn't he stand in the shade, thought Robin. The rain had totally soaked his black trench coat and was dripping all over his gray loafers.

Although Robin could not see his face, she could feel the frown. He had to be frowning, being made to stand in the pouring rain with red roses. Come to think of it, the whole situation was ridiculous!

The doorbell rang. Must be pizza delivery, thought Robin as she dragged herself from the window, not wishing to leave the mysterious man. He might disappear and she would never know why he was undergoing the predicament of getting thoroughly drenched!

The pizza guy smiled as he handed over the box and took the money. And then he gave her a red rose, a wet red rose! "It is part of our valentine's day promotion madam, which is next week," the delivery guy was saying.

So this was the mystery! The man was just part of a promotional campaign. Robin was feeling totally disappointed. Life's secrets were so mundane, so common place, so not exciting! Like where is Ms Polly's (Robin's neighbour) tabby cat, or where did her pair of blue stone earrings disappear (they were found behind the vanity case and the tabby cat in the laundry bag!)

Taking her pizza box, Robin reached the window. She looked out, just in time to see the mystery man and the red roses being helped by a white gloved dainty hand into the back seat of a black sedan, before it raced away!!

Robin smiled. Life still held certain promises...like providing a perfectly exciting piece of puzzle to ponder over while she munched through her pepperoni pizza and waited for the rain to stop!