Warm summer afternoons
Abba playing in the background.
Voulez vous ?
Oh yes I would!
I would so go back to those days,
Of LP records,
And yelling out the lyrics at the top of our voices!
Of making jugsful of Rasna
And suddenly I am running barefoot
On the maidan
Trying to put the tipris back
Before the ball hits us.
And playing sakhli and dabha “eyes spice”
And chor police
And knocking down jaams and boras
In the neighbour’s compound.
Drowsy summer afternoons
Abba and nostalgia!