Hours of talks

I miss those talks, those calls which u used to do after putting Rs. 25
I seriously do miss those code languages we used to have.

The language which used cherish my down mood.
I remember you used to abuse my cousin as she used to trouble me while I was on phone with you.

You don't know, once I cried in Chennai after you kept the phone. I seriously don't know why.
I miss those 3 words' we used to play.
I am pining to play again but not with others but with you...

You very well know DUMBO how much you mean to me.
but still I m alone now..
The train journey in which I was travelling with Sudha, God!!!! we both (Me and you) were chatting all the way.
I remember I used Sudha's total balance as I was chatting you.
And that day while I was travelling with her I wrote a simple poem.

I am wondering

Wondering why you care,
wondering to whom should I share,

Wondering why I am thinking about you,
wondering what's making my life screw.

Wondering to call,
wondering how did I fall.

Wondering why can't I throw you away,
wondering what's making you stay.

Wondering why you roaming in my mind,
wondering why you being so kind.

Wondering what's this,
wondering what's there to miss.

-Bhuvna(PC)