Remember the time we met at the tea kadai,
Sharing the last medhu vada,
Full of oil and rancid ghee,
It was us, just you and me.
Long hours we spent at our meeting point,
Drinking tea and smoking a joint,
Piping hot at 90 degrees,
Those hard, rubbery, stale idlies.
Very unhygienic but we din care,
Cause that was the only time we could spare,
Dust and dirt and flies on the cake,
Next day we were down with a stomach ache.
Again and again we visit that place,
No regrets and a smile on our face,
Back again to have a tea,
Just us, both you and me.
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