Love in Dilli

Two glasses of water brought back

a pool of memories and more.

Of cutting chai, baingan ka bharta and momos

and the streets of Kamala Nagar.

 

Two glasses of water brought back

a host of conversations back into her head

of Manish, Jha and the Iyer babe, of smoke, Maggi and Satvik Ahaar,

masala anda, chai and place called cloud end.

 

Two glasses of water brought back

the gestures that you made,

with a bunch of wilted roses at the railway station, a muffler,

and two arms to wrap me around you, in Dilli’s chilling winter.

 

Two glasses of water, kept on the dining table,

told the tale of two love birds

in Dilli’s north campus,

looking at each other like Salim and Anarkali

the difference only being, they lived to love and will perhaps die in love.