To my Kukki Bhaiya...

I miss that smile
I miss that hug
I miss that dirty look
That “I don’t know” shrug…

I miss those fingers lost in my hair
I miss that charge of happiness in the air
The world was so complete and bright
My heart felt so cheerful and light

I miss those long late night walks
And those silly yet serious talks
Watching ‘Rang de basanti’ the nth time
Or ‘Dil Chahta Hai’ just to make the night sublime

Then you would go hungry at two at night
And I would get up to make maggi with all my might
The demand of chai at the weirdest hour
Backed up by lots of praises and emotional shower

Remembering the old times,
Laughing our lungs out
I miss that howling and singing
And meaningless shout

Those never-meant-to-follow promises to save,
Running to a salon, thanks to “No Enthu” to even shave,
Those future plans and immature illusions,
Lots of foolish and a few wise decisions,

I trying to lose and you trying gain,
But all our efforts ending in vain,
I miss running behind you to feed you one more bite,
And you hitting me when my t-shirt would go tight,

“Arey oh tummy, wassup”
And that gentle whack,
It all seems like a beautiful dream
Which I am sure, will again come back