Happy Birthday Natty

Well This is after many years.
I remember When I first Met you at Your Sher -e-Punjab house.
Smiling faces, all three of you, clinging to each other on that cane couch.
Your Mom, Sister and You.
We had rented your house only for three months, but an acquaintance that would go so far as today, was unthinkable then.
Living in hostels, getting home cooked food, a few drinks with your dad and most of all in the company of pretty girls, was a mark of success for any hosteler.

There was an air of envy when guys knew of my Miss India Connections.
Yep, I am Sure You remember that, Pink dress material we took to that sissy designer, who marked that you would look like a candy floss.

I remember meeting chikloo at his residence somewhere around Eros cinema, you had forgotten your sunglasses and we were there to pick it up. As you sat on the Arm of the sofa he sat on, and was touching you on your bare knees. I did tell you not to take me to such sojourns.
How would have I known that he would be that father of your child one day.

All the movies we saw together, with your various crushes.
That your dad felt you were safe with me, and you took advantage.

Your poems had a different you,
your bitten nails,
had another hue,

times have changed,
so have You?