In the depths of a Bangalore night,
At 3:30 am, stars shining bright,
A Friday in November, a moment unseen,
Destiny beckoned, weaving a scene.
In my humble abode, I lay awake,
As fate set the stage for a connection to make,
Four friends in nostalgia's embrace,
Seeking solace in a familiar space.
They rang my bell, mischievous delight,
But quickly vanished into the night,
Unaware that my eyes were wide open,
Hopeful for a chance, a word unspoken.
From the balcony, one friend remained,
While the others scampered, playfully unrestrained,
I asked the lingering soul, with a curious plea,
"Who rang the bell?" He pointed upward, you see.
I cast my gaze upon the rooftop high,
Where relief embraced every passerby,
And among them, a girl with a radiant glow,
Assuming my origin, she exclaimed, "Delhi, I know!"
A bottle of rum, a shared camaraderie,
In my humble abode, stories set free,
He spoke of a connection lost, a bittersweet tale,
I urged him to move on, to let his heart prevail.
Two boys, two girls, their spirits bright,
Whispers of "vibe check ticked" in the night,
They reveled in the aura that I emitted,
And I offered a melody, my ukulele fitted.
"Dil Beparwah" echoed amidst the rain,
An enchanting harmony, a bond's refrain,
Seeking shelter from the storm above,
They sought refuge within the chambers of affection and trust.
In my room, the bond grew strong,
Snapchat's memories, moments of song,
Old videos of laughter and cheer,
We shared our pasts, overcoming any fear.
An almost perfect night, etched in time,
As destiny's design began to chime,
A connection forged, a feeling so rare,
A glimpse of a future we would soon share.
As the clock struck six, the moment did wane,
They bid farewell, their departure a pain,
Yet in that parting, hope did ignite,
For they left behind a flickering light.
The girl, with her home so near,
Offered her contact, with a smile so clear,
A promise of walks, companionship anew,
Little knowing the depths of what would ensue.
And so, in the stillness of that morn,
The story unfolded, a bond was born,
A single encounter, a lasting decree,
That led us down a path we were meant to see.
From that first meeting, a tale did start,
In the chambers of my ever-hopeful heart,
For a gentle spark had taken its hold,
In the memories and moments that would forever unfold.
So, cherish that night, that moment so pure,
For it birthed a connection that would endure,
And as time weaves its tapestry grand,
May your bond flourish, hand in hand.