That little arch of your mouth when you’re just about to burst out laughing,
The lines that form where your eyes end,
Your sparkling eyes and the first crack of your laugh,
You will always be my happy memory.

When I’m sitting alone bored with everything in life,
I’ll think back to my happy days,
And your laugh will remind me of someone named you,
You will always be my happy memory.

I’ll think back to my time in Bombay,
And my first thought will be you,
My first thought will be your flawed existence,
My first thought will be your laugh.