BRB

Take me to the drowning afternoon dotted with water-tanned
ferrys.
Take me to the smiling phuchka-Buro from a hundred winters back.
Take me to the bustling tiles over the balloon-shaded parking lot.
Take me to the chillah-wala.
Take me to the ice-cone-man who has only
brushed wet red on sweet-ice crushes all his life.
Take me to the railing you fell off from.
Take me to the jheel you twirled me by.
Take me to the movie we never went to.
Take me to the stairs you found love on.
Take me to the day I scolded you for too long.
Take me to the cold green lamp where
kids tug at grass and smiles. Take me there.
Leave me there.


'Tui ja, tui jaa. 
Ami aschhi.'