Its cloudy again, its rainy again
How can I forget those late evening strolls
On the busy lanes of M.G Road…illuminated throughout
Colors dancing in the droplets of rain on roads
Cars throwing a pool of light amidst showers,
Passers-by struggling to cross the road with their colorful
umbrellas
Airport buses taking a detour to drop passengers on their
respective destinations.
As I call it an off after a long day filled with work and
laughter,
I peep inside the Koshy’s to see if a chair invites me,
And alone I sit with my favorite bread-roll and chai
Submerged in the book which narrates tales of the café,
Of the visits of Kiran Rao in her favorite breakfast hangout
As numerous media men with suspicious countenance chatter
Sharing jokes and political views alike.
Some droop over a glass of liquor with their customary
evening snacks.
And as I peep outside the wet windows, I can see K.C Das
diagonally opposite to me
And plan the next evening with cutlets and chai
Or may be the cozy Indian Coffee House
With the fried eggs and the milk rose.
And it tickles me as I laugh on myself
As to which friend I shall grab arms of to savor another
relishing evening !!!
