Happiness is the falling of rain
Happiness is the opening of umbrella
Happiness is the raincoat
Happiness is the hot and crispy pakoras
Happiness is the leaking of tin roof
Happiness is the scent of rainy soil
Happiness is the hot mug of coffee or tea
Happiness is the laughter of my Baba
He loves rain, I love rain, we love rain.

Saturdays we left for epic adventures
Through snow capped Kashmiri mountains
Falling in love amid flowering Swiss fields
Dancing wildly in dimly lit Spanish bars

After two hours we'd stop for Intermission
For fried pakoras and warm ketchup
Or cold chai spiced with Milly Aunty's gossip as old as the stained theater seats

From Monday to Friday we’d work
In offices in warehouses in farmyards
Until late nights became early mornings
And our bowed heads kissed concrete

With our eyes blind & our ears deaf
silently waiting for our stars to come