Sequined memories
Standing by the mango tree, he gazed into the vast and bright firmament. Clouds were beginning to gather and seemed to be moving at an inexplicably fast pace, as if swarming the entire universe. He stood rooted to the spot even when a big plop struck him with merciless energy. He hadn’t even changed the angle of his neck, a curious onlooker would have mistaken him for a life-like statue, so engrossed, lost and in a seemingly suspended animation trance was he. A loud clamouring sound startled him out of his reverie and created a severe clash in his already ambushed mind. Ambush yes, for that is what it seemed like to him. A deluge, a kaleidoscopic rush, struck him and he staggered a bit before stabilizing himself by leaning on the mango tree trunk. Sequins, dazzling sequins, a flash, an alluring smile and a swish of the head, are all that it took to clog his mind and heart. It had been a hot and sultry day, he clearly recalled: he had rushed out of the cafeteria where he u...