Someday I was here.

The reminiscent of these pathways will remain deep.

The hidden gateways, the known sidewalks

The dosa and the coffee will be missed

These one-ways, these dead ends

The narrow roads with large big pit falls

The summer rain and the pleasant winters

It will always remain ingrained.

This city would know me and I would know her forever

Some day if I am back

This land would know I was here

and was the most passionate lover

There would be many

who will be her guests,

But there would be very few like me,

Who would learn her so well.

From language to streets.

From directions to treats.

All would know and agree,

Someday I was here.