To belonging, Where you are, To accept that you belong, Where you are, To feel that you belong, Wherever you are, Is everything you were, And you are.

Rooftop meet ups, Golden hour before sunset, Two cups of chai, Lots of conversations and silences, Peaceful sunset, You and I. What more do I want?

I'm suspended in time, In anticipation, Waiting for that one thing to happen, And I'm sure, It'll happen so fast, The time would go so quickly, Everything would feel so rushed, And this pause and calm, Is only preparing me for the carnival ahead.

I am a memory keeper, And a whimsical memory creator, Doing intentional things, To remember, As plot twists, In new chapters of life, I am a memory keeper, And I keep it forever.

Yeh jo pahiya hai na, Samay ka, Baaton ka, Yaadon ka, Woh firse ghoomkar wahi aa gaya hai, Tere paas, Mere paas. Waisa hi kuch samay aaj bhi hai, Par waisa samay toh kabhi nahi hoga ab. Waisi baat aaj bhi hai, Par woh baat toh kabhi nahi hogi ab. Waise sab yaad aaj bhi hai, Par woh yaad toh kabhi bhula nahi hogi ab. Tu aaj bhi hai, Par tu woh toh nahi hoga ab. Mai aaj bhi hu, Par mai woh toh nahi hu ab.

There's a new conspiracy going on, Haven't seen you in months, Now I've seen you twice in two days long, The numbers are glitching too, Every one of them leading me to you, Like you all these signs will be soon gone, Without a goodbye or a message that you still belong.

Aaj fir dil ki baatein maine, Behro ko sunai hai, Muskuraakar fir maine, Apni khushi dikhaayi hai.

Kade hi ta bolna hunda hai, Inj chup-chup hi rahida, Fer koi tok ke, Uchha hor bolke, Ainvayi chup kara dinda ae, Fer apne aap nu assi vi ehi bata ditta ae, Kade hi ta bolna hunda hai, Inj fer chup hi rahida ae.

Mumbai is giving very Delhi vibes aajkal. Not mausam wise, But feel wise. That Bambaiya feeling is missing somehow. The other day while commuting in an AC local, I felt I was in Delhi Metro, Today Andheri Metro station felt like Kashmiri Gate ISBT. Very weird. Very not-Mumbai-like.

Another October passing by, With its last day feeling more like August, Sound of rain as I wake up, Overcast sky all day, Honestly I kind of like it a bit much, The way this rain keeps saying goodbye.

Early rings, Random late conversations, Mind full of doubts, With hope lingering all over, Crazy as crazy could get, Unexpected as unexpected could be.

I'm beading every breath, With the thread of hope, To decorate my life with memories, Rather than thoughts that choke me to death.