For Rumit:

Dear Rumit, So Long, Farewell…..

Reminiscing these past few years,

Here’s my attempt at a dedication, a song,

As I try to recount everything from those episodes of West Wing,

To all those times we lit the bong.

My apologies first, you will find some clichés here, given I don’t typically have my way with words,

But anyways, our time together was spent flying free like birds.

Sure there were cloudy days, when it was difficult to see a thing,

But all became ok, as the Sun would soon come out with its full bling.

There were many instances when we were merely sober,

Still, nothing stopped us, from those challenging games of poker.

Some moments filled with love, some with anger, even heat,

Some when we listened to awesome music in places with no seat.

Those x-masy Decembers, when Santa-Rumit-Claus came calling,

Those late nights, when apple hookahs came crawling.

All the paneer tikkas, pao bhaajis, and chef’s special marinated chicken,

Those evenings spent cutting vegetables, doing dishes, and cleaning the kitchen.

There were beach bonfires, many a weekend trips,

Few filled with beers or wines, and some even with smoky bourbon sips.

Those innumerable meals at Olive Garden, and Café Del Sol,

And the times in those dance clubs where we tried to shake a leg and rock and roll.

From the zoom-zoom, the mini, the large passenger van,

To the suites in Tahoe, and hiking up Mt Tam.

I remember it all, and am certain you do too….

Anyways, I will end here, “All the best” to you,

Of course, it goes without saying … I … will… miss… you.

Dearest Rumit, So Long, Farewell…