Reflection

A distracted flip
Through a travel journal,
Halted my thoughts
On a photograph.
A multi-hued evening sky,
And lofty branches of a few trees,
Reflected on an otherwise
Placid puddle of water,
Only to be ruffled gently,
By one fallen leaf.
Almost like an afterthought.

As if, portrait of my entire being,
Complete,
In one single print.

Behind the anonymity
Of the photographer,
I sensed an uncanny familiarity.
Do I know this person?
© 2009 Rituparna Das