Dear friend
I remember the last time we met ,
The gossips we had , the frolic
Of having iced popsicles, and how
We parted away ,on that day, and now it
Has been years that we haven’t met
Our roads are different I know
But somewhere I hope we will meet
In rendezvous , I have faith in how the distance between us
Would only strengthen the bond between us
And I hope again , someday sipping into a
Clay – cup of masala tea
Maybe near the metro station of Rashbehari
We would spill the beans of long quelled
Secrets , laugh and giggle away at childhood jokes and
Visit our favourite playgrounds as we did in
The tenderness of childhood .