solitary ramblings

I feel melancholy today,
Remembering the chattery evenings sitting on the college stairs,
Flooded by the memories of your smiling face and laughter,
Those walks beside the swimming pool,
And the ones we had across the howrah bridge.
The hot gulab jamuns that melted in our mouths,
The gasp at the sight of a crisp round kachori frying in a pan on the footpath,
Or the steaming lemon tea that fell on your puchka watered hands.
The booksellers still sell their books,
People still run on those busy streets,
The honming and concking continues unnoticed.
The only thing I miss is those happy days....with you.

No,Not you ,as you are now,
You ,the person you were back then,
When I was your friend.
Not acquanitance,
Not someone you'd call when you needed some odd job done,
But someone you'd miss on quiet winter evenings with the mellowing sun.........