15 Mar 2006

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waiting at the corner.
bhel puri. pani puri. kachori. samosa.
the smells of chat...
santro. or was it matiz?
long drives down the flyover, U-turns
up the flyover. and back around
soft songs. music in the car.
flowing through me...
long drives and long conversations.

Getting old...

waiting across the road.
taking books, notes... act anagram...
miming a strange language
trying to guess what the other is trying to show
are we always miming instead of talking?
really talking...

Diwali

i love gulab jamuns.
always did
a ride in the car with the taste of rose buds on my tongue...
and something else...
crimson velvet seats
at the ice-cream parlour
near my place
butterscotch and chocolate?

Text nothings...

or were they?
hours of pondering and fighting
over this and that
here and there...
professor sarcasm perched right above us
very happy with the progress we both had made.

Graduated with honours..

Last day...

he jokes about the name
i do not find it funny
always talking about 'us'...
about something that isn't there...
pictures being taken...
digital memories... only.


No more.

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