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In a few days, we’ve been

all-round Bombay3 paying

no heed to anything anywhere.

An event of the universal scale

happened in our lives:

for my timid declaration of love

you agreed to be my bride.

How could we endure the enormous

joy raining down on us.

We, so fortunate, roam

the streets hugging one another

so that not to fall

under a heavy load to bear.

The city smiles in comprehension.

An engagement is without ceremonies,

without diamond rings:

wedding rings – right away.

We just dared and bought the rings.

We are to love.

A promise is a promise:

whether Indian heat or Russian

frost – we are together —

always, everywhere. After

visiting galleries and shows,

Mumbai seems to be

a long abstract painting

exclusive of a basic framework.

We go and go…

an end becomes a beginning…

we go and go…