triggering memories* at a wayside station

the polluted fog rendered
an eerie magical halo
as i ambled off to stretch
and find a hot cup of tea

even the chaiwallah
was catching a wink, tired
of waving flies off all day

no gesture, fragrance, book
memorabilia
nothing tangible triggered
that memory of your smile
but
i longed
for your embrace

*Rose Petals are Romantic...