i was 20
my bro came to visit me in delhi
we had the hardest laugh ever in our kitchen
i remember it so well like it were just yesterday
he was so proud of me
he was my best friend
we'd go to the cyber cafe and chat on the internet
oh how that seemed so cool
tickles me even now
we chatted up a russian lady
and i told her all crazy shit based on a magazine i'd read up
sat all day blasting the stereo in my balcony it seems
drank gallons of ice cold orange flavoured rasna
i bought him a musical lighter
it was so hilarious when the music went off in the snooker parlour
.......but that cigarette calmed us down easy
one day we bought bucket loads of hippie tees
weren't we cool then
youth is but to be reminisced
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