I wonder if heaven knows, Avva
How much of you I still hold,
How someone I could see every day
Would one day become memories of old.
I miss the way you called me "Chintu,"
A name no one could say the same,
For even now, I hear your voice
Each time I think about that name.
I miss our coffee conversations, Avva,
The stories we'd share over time,
I never knew those ordinary moments
Would become memories I wish to rewind.
And every time I left your home
You'd slip me money before I'd go,
It was never about what you gave
But the love, you couldn't help but show.
If only I'd known, Avva,
That it would all be memories,
I'd have stayed a little longer,
Held you close, and heard more of your songs.
Now I search for you in little things,
In quiet moments, soft and blue,
And though the world cannot bring me to you,
My heart still finds its way to you...