coffee shop - the flavour of her voice in every sip / Gautam bittersweet the mogras sold by the schoolgirl / Brijesh lingering over the evening rush hour - summer sun / Raamesh bleeding from the barbed wire the coat you wore last winter /Paresh nothing left behind except that last goodbye / Rohini I step into the morrow of my dreams / Gautam from the tulip garden stolen petals and kisses / Brijesh bridal veil the colour of magic on her lips / Raamesh with cross stitches we add a full moon to the nigh...