P&P sipped cold coffee, from the city’s coffee spots –
he sat upright as we fed him pulao,
or gave him pizza shots.
He’d embrace the queer, a weird old fad –
and when spring arrived,
turn poetically mad.
Hiking too he went! to the hills and the shore –
in his galleries vast,
memories he’d store.
When films came out, he’d jump to watch –
and if not pleased,
write reviews to scorch.
A fashionable bloke, his views were deep –
themes and designs:
he’d painstakingly seek.
A few times P&P, flew to the Delhi land –
he’d speak of holiday,
of the sun and the sand.
Though he’s off tomorrow, rather a sad song –
I’m sure his escapades in Pune:
will there track him along.
P&P is moving to Delhi. And if you thought he’s a Pune-only, let me tell you Delhi has some amazing paneer and pulao as well. 😀
I will continue to blog in this URL, albeit about and from saddi Delhi.
A new look and a new name – yes. But they are but a new chapter in life… That doesn’t mean the older ones are torn or forgotten. Yes, you see, I have decided to not be sad. 😀
Looking forward to seeing you all there! 😀