Its been long that I saw a washed road... not that this city has any less of rains ... just that nothing is enough to wash the dirt that the roads of Mumbai contain and keep close to its heart... it will never let that go... and then suddenly in the mist of all this mud puddled ways I am reminded of you... you when you were washed and came to me first... here...
And i wish i could just be with you... then again I look at someone on the other side of my bed... and see the rational of why you are so unattainable to me...
