As the month of August creeps up on me
I'm flooded with memories from the past two years...
All the unfamiliar faces
And the few weak smiles I got..
I have never been fond of being a new student.
Though I kept to myself,initialy,
And concentrated on nothing
But playing that tune on my guitar,
I began to grow a bit familiar
With all the people around.
The weak smiles turned into friendly "HI!"s,
And with each passing day,
I made new friends.
The awkwardness was slowly put to an end.
Then came a day,when my new friend and I
Decided to go for chaats at a place near-by...
She told me it was the best she had ever had
And I could'nt agree more..
Thus a routine was born
Which the two of us followed for a long time-
Meet up in guitar class and then
Go for chaats in the late evening..
A plate of paani puri
And one masala puri each,
We faithfully still go to him
I shall remember this push-cart chaat vendor for the rest of my life,
For the best chaats in the whole wide world!
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