Marine Drive's boulevard is dotted with rain-soaked people...
The endless emerald-sapphire sea is all that can be seen
Sitting cross legged, drenched in the shadows of a life gone by...
I think about Delhi, I think about you...
Memories paint beautiful pictures in my mind...
Post-graduation has ended... a lot has changed...
No classroom, no professors...
Won't I miss it?
Won't you?...
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A cup of tea... dipped not with tea-bags but tiny drops of rain... a handful of maize kernels moist with heavenly dew...
...a blur of all cherished moments zoom into view...
The waves splash and sing forgotten verses in my ears...
An orphaned boats drifts across the sea...
Doesn't it remind you of our childhood days...?
when we used to make paper boats...
and let them float across little streams...
I think my boat is still scuttling across the seas like an abandoned child...
Perhaps, Looking for me...
Perhaps, Looking for You...
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