The Longing

The melodious song playing on the radio soothed my soul. Was it mere coincidence or the RJ could read my feelings through the radio, I wondered.
'Abhi naa jao chhod kar ki dil abhi bhara nahi', my heart pleaded. 'It's July but I can't let you leave so early. Can't you stay with me throughout the year, my sweetheart? Your heady fragrance makes me long for you to the core of my gut,' my eyes lovingly captured the moment for posterity as my hands gently peeled the golden yellow skin of the last mango of the season.