September 2011, fresh out of School. The journey I took to Allahabad for an interview.. The train and 'Teri Meri' song Playing against the flashes of Your face... Took a detour to Mumbai while I returned. Met you outside Kurla station past 11 pm. So brief, could only have A plate of Pani Puri in haste. Sneaking past the railings While I climbed the staircase Of the platform. I remember your fading Image as you swayed your Hand to bid me a goodbye. The love and longing that was Budding that didn't go Beyond a dead friendship.. I rejoice that moment with a Wishful thinking now. About The 11 pm Butterfly that might Just be alive, waiting in a limbo, Outside Kurla station, on every Un-dated September night.