ode to my dear friend

i wanna close my eyes and click my chappals and transport myself onto his balcony...he's sitting on the rail and I'm standing in the corner gazing into that scene below that I have a million pictures of...let's take a walk together, what do you say? I'll even let you hold my hand in yours:)...let's take a walk along the bandstand and maybe we'll stop along the rocks and share a smoke, lookin out into the sea...and then for some reason, he'll remember an anecdote from the past and then retell it, anticipating my laughter, which may or may not come...I sit quietly for a few minutes and analyze what he has said...do I understand his "joke":)? and then, if I don't understand it, I make fun of him instead...that way, I still have something to laugh about! haha:)...i miss my best friend in this world...someone who saw somethin special in me...don't know why but I'll let him be fooled a little longer...haven't been able to stop dreamin images of Mumbai...because of him, I had three of the most reflective and amazing months of my 27 years...so you still feel like takin a walk with me? Can we stop for paaaaani puri:)? Please:)? Did ya know that it's Guju creation:)? haha....my dear friend that somehow stole my heart when my mind was driftin in another land...I awoke from another daydream and there he was, standing there smiling at me in the pink fog...he picked me up on that awful bike of his and we went for a ride to Haji Ali and Lonavla...and the tighter I held onto him in the cold, pouring rain, the wider that space in my heart opened up to someone new..."you come from far away with pictures in your eyes"...can you pick me up and twirl me in your arms? let's close our eyes and drift off into the pink fog...