The weather
Your memories
Joined together
Behind the fogged up window, glasses, eyes...
Togetherness meant unhinged laughter
That jog at 4 in the morning to have the dhaba chai
Couldn't see each other, so thick was the fog
Fingers entwined, to reaffirm where we belong
When the nights were long
And we didn't want them to end
The days were short
How slow the dusk seemed to descend
So carefree, seeped in esprit...
The fog now condenses to form droplets-
On the cheek of time
And your favourite crime...
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