Remembering 126

It is late when I return,

sodden to the bone.

Clutching a couple of coins

and a crumpled ticket in my fist

I'm thoroughly dishevelled

...but its been an unforgettable ride home.

Peppered with lost earrings and missed calls

life-changing conversations

musically induced fantasylands

and some everlasting memories,

my ride has been smooth

...I can still feel the cool breeze in my face

and with Shreya Ghoshal crooning into my ears

my heart soars like never before

it's been bumpy too

sometimes I swerve wildly 

negotiating the route ahead

dropping my iPod in the process

and oh dear! my bag's fallen down too!

...but its been an unforgettable ride home.

I must have spent hours waiting,

waiting for that familiar flash of red to turn round the corner

and my friend's dreamy face at a window seat.

I'm waiting again today

but just then it starts to rain

and I am sodden again...

...then it arrives, full to bursting

writhing, squirming, fidgeting

I search for her amid the crowd

and already I am being pushed around

but it's been an unforgettable ride home.