I can imagine us, Sitting in the balcony, With our cups of chai, As the thunderstorm pours over us mid-June; With you singing songs, On...

"This is some way to be romantic, ha?" "What? You're sick. Did you expect me to get you chole-bhature? Chup-chaap khichdi khao!" "Well,...

I cannot look at him, But he can look at my almost tear filled eyes, He can hear the quiver in my voice, He can listen to the desperation...

I'm sorry, But I want him to run upstairs, With his pretty eyes, Heart-slicing smile, And warmth radiating through every atom of his...

It is not cute, The way you're on my mind, Even when I don't want you to. It is not cute, The way you made space in my life, Like you...