When it rained after college
And the lectures were called off
When we didnt have an umbrella
Drenched then with a cold and a cough
Thats what helped
The smell of the wet soil
Those onion pakoda's
soaked in a plate of oil.
Chotu was wet with water dripping hair
Running all around, the only guy there
Ek plate kaanda bhajji, my oh my !
Hot hot served with ek cup chai .. !
What fun that was...
The Chai hardly had a taste
The pakoda's were funky
But nothing was a waste
That wooden broken bench
With broken feet all four
Somehow took all of us
We'd push, just one more.
The leaking ceiling up above
Where the rain dripped from
Over on the table, right onto my palm
Holy Moly, that made me feel so calm
There's no rain now but oh there's snow
No Chotu here, no one who I know
Shapeless Pakoda's replaced with Onion rings round
Wet fragrant mitti replaced with white white ground.
No college now, I am still in 'school'
School at 25 ? Am I a fool ?
That broken bench's gone, I now have a desk
No open air, am I in a grotesque ?
Its raining today and Starbucks is all
that I have around, why would I lie ?
Oh those steamy little shapeless things
Oh God and I crave for Ek cup chai....!!
very nicely written Ms. Jangla
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