Whose that girl, with lovely messages
Creeping me up always
One fine evening she responds with utter disgust
Hi, how come you have my ringing no
I betcha, I don’t know miss
Shouts she and then taken aback by my message
Days go by and then she calls up
We keep on chatting and finally she opens up
A christine, she dares to dream
Was in Mumbai till she jumped to Bangalore
Parents insistence, she can’t speak much
As in converse, she was thoughtful but childish sounded
Often she coaxed me, subject me to certain humiliation
But none to avail; I could never ask her for a date
And an accident occurred; she was hurt and made me hurt too
Alas! She could come back, but she won’t
She left me stranded, was with a Malayale Christian now
I stand alone and sing a song
The mystic chatmate that I never met