Did
I tell you that I still miss you sometimes?
Especially
when someone plays a sufi note
It
reminds me of you and pains just a little
Whenever
I see a handwritten note
I
still remember
The
shade of blue you wore
The
one time I closed your shirt buttons
The
one time you touched my bangles
And
how samosa made you a glutton
The
one time you left marks on my neck
How
you never let me give you a peck
You
know what else you stole
Apart
from my half a smile and my kohl?
The
twinkle in my eye and the ring in my laughter
Just
thought I'd let you know after
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