Chote shehron ki choti si baat

Barren land, untamed cows,

men who stare, men who giggle,

matchboxes that glimmer, my pot, my pans they simmer,

roads that only curve at right angles, led by the ladies on scooters,

Families of four or five, together sit, travel, 

These roads are less concrete, more gravel,

more dust;

and the smell of dung mixing with the smell of smoke

until both is one and one is both.

The twenties are starting, they say;

The twenties, let them come, let them make my head sway.

All I need is a small town and psychedelia.

                                  This was drawn in Benaras, and coloured in Mumbai, after some small town nostalgia.

Na mili mujhe sitaron mein,
Na pardesi guitaron mein,
Dhoonda bhi, toh dhoonda sabki baahon mein.
Na benaras ki raahon mein,
Na banjar, na fuvaron mein.
Milne ki kismat na hai hamari,
Kahan tum udti ho baadal mein;
Kahan hum, sharaabi, gavaaron mein.