The sights and smells
here would send me on a tizzy
Like a grasshopper
on caffeine
I would hop from one pile to another
Inspite of the
picnic-making crowds in the aisles
the sweltering heat
the fear of pick-pockets
I would make my way
from one end to the other
not once
but on two or three days
at the end of them
my bags would be full
my wallet empty
but my heart still wanting more
Delhi book fair
This time I'm not there
do you miss me?
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