I look at all the lovers around me and it makes me wish for what seem like such simple things, that are impossible to find.

A kiss under a maple tree. A thousand butterfly kisses. Holding hands and walking, all the time. Lying on the grass, staring at the sky. Sitting on the pavement and drinking chai. Dancing on a flyover. I don’t need fancy bags and holidays in Switzerland. I need my mouth to be kissed, all the time. A house that resounds with poetry and music. Spooning. Making love everywhere! Shoulders that can bear the weight of my tears. A smile from across the room. Someone whose there.

Living in a fools’s paradise? Life is not all this, it’s about Khaana, peena, money and babies! Abbé hat, isse accha, tanha mar jai.