Conspiracy it was & Conspiracy it is….

It was insane on our part, but you know, there was something special about that night, there was some conspiracy on the part of God that made that night prepossessing, made that walk prepossessing.

Do you remember!

The clouds that hovered over the sky when the minute hand and the hour hand intersected at number twelve, the moon that played hide and seek; the drops that fell on the dark stretch of road, the wind that hit hard on the face, and the stray dogs.

The fingers that brushed your hand and the hesitation to hold it, the sweet voice of yours, and your beautiful eyes.

The indomitable silence, the never ending highway, and the muddy water that made me to hold your hand sometimes.

The endless talks, your smile or to be specific; your laugh and your face that gave a soothing effect.

Surely a Conspiracy it was….

I honestly don’t know!

It was the moon or the rain, it was your hand or your eyes, it was the muddy water or the silence, it was your smile or your face, but it was something else, something unusual about that night which made my dilemma to overpower and induced me to ask one question to myself,

“Is this the right time?”

And you know, every cell of mine is searching the watch which could say,

“Go Man! Your time has come. Confess her”

It feels like, every moment is conspiring against me.

Surely a Conspiracy it was and Conspiracy it is…