She puts in a tapri, and a vada wallah every corner
A random rickshaw will ask me for a smoke
We then break into a conversation about BMC
These potholes won't fix themselves some random Raghu says
These street lights have been broken for months
Chacha still serves tea at four in the morning
I still check if Anna has idlis
This time when I am in town Maa
I come to to you with a broken heart
Can you not have make me feel so engaged
It makes me feel too mothered and spoilt
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