But it’s in parrots,
beaks like red chillies,
that I suddenly see,
you take another flight.
3 years to the day. Really miss you, with my mind wandering to you everytime I make rasam, see a crossword, write a poem or listen to Rafi. Or see a parrot.
Chinna Ponnu (older by 3 years, but still…)
PS: Silly me. Forgot to send you a song. Here, you quite liked this one. Even translated the Telugu version for me.