Furthermore.

You know you have known someone long enough,when the sight of their apartment watchman's children giggling feels like a growing up of a kind.
When the paan stains on the elevator door and vandalized walls grow on you like your old nightshirt.
And the family maid,a constant smiles at you,remarking at your state of health by the smile on your face.
You know you've known someone long enough,when you seek solace their presence just as the smell of  yellowing pages of a novel.
Grows on you like a placid kind of reassurance,relief..contentment?
The worn down street like a map in your mind.
Where you linger afterdusk,out to fill it with your echoing laughter.
You know you have a keeper.
 

Retorgrade promenade.

Mushrooming clouds like sudden bursts of joyous explosions into the sky.
And a multitude of leaves in a million hues of fall,the yellow days.
This afternoon,I lie on my stomach,
Lie,Watching  my life,staring right back into my eyes,
My green tea is growing cold beside me,longing for the embrace of my lips against it's rim.
 And a calender butterfly-one those that are found in every season,striped black and orange.
Uneventful occurances that move me to me to the whim,with their charm-nothing less than their sheer simplicity.
I could be seventeen or seventy -two,
It's one of those eternal feelings that ceases to fade.
The same way the inside of a shell never loses the sound of the sea.