The Cupid Bench....

After long today I felt like writing something, giving “Poems” a break for now. For this trigger blame it on the park again. OK I know what you’re thinking – There she goes again rambling about the park. Well, interesting things happen there so.

In my post today, a cosy corner bench in the park is the protagonist. I wanted to share some of the happenings of my evening walks, particularly the bench. This bench for me is like a tree…with branches, flowers, fruits and what not. Here is a bench, which is favorite among the youngsters, or to be more precise kids. I want to call it “Cupid Bench” . For weeks every time I pass by I end up seeing couples ( teen kids ), some in uniform, can you imagine getting cosy, lovy dovy, fretting, fighting, eating, crying, cuddling, kissing at times and what not. One of the days it was a foursome, young ones pillared by another pair, totally oblivious of the environment nor the time. This girl was happily fondling the boy’s hair all the while resting her head on his shoulder. I had no intentions of doing the moral policing act so just walked away, it’s the age. So this has been going on for quite some time, and every day it’s a different act. Surprising thing is to see school, college kids with backpacks settling there not for a minute worried if they would be seen by family. Oh how can I miss this one, after long quiet and happy moments they take a walk hand in hand just before they head out. Nearby vendors have a good share of their business what with ice cream and other things that is sold.

At times when my DH accompanies me I always tell him let’s go sit there for a while, but wonder why he refrains, it’s not so dimly lit around the bench that one must worry. So one day a thought crossed my mind, what is with this bench and couples?? Why do they want to sit here only leaving all the other benches around? I wanted to experience my own cupid-ology, I quickly occupied that seat right in the middle of the bench, just when a couple were eyeing it. I mean what the hell, it’s a public park. I looked around, nothing happened, I forced myself to think of something nice and sweet, tried to look onto my inner self. But lo and behold what were the visions I could see, firstly gosh the veggies that I needed to buy, had to go home and cook. I brushed it aside, next came to do things for the week, now not that. I tried to concentrate, where is my cupid gone, when your 31 what do you become, neither here neither there age types I suppose . Then after trying to think what to think, guess who and what crossed my mind – My MIL, not here please god, spare me . I have another month to go before we cross paths. I need peace now and time to prepare. But no this thought just got glued to me, and just didn't go. I finally gave up, thinking maybe another time and day for the bench.

For now, let the ones presumably infatuated, mistaking to be in love or what I don’t know, enjoy sitting on the bench. It’s all theirs.

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The Cupid Bench....