My memories were a little rusted
I couldnt recall a lot of that
but when I walk those bylanes
it all comes rushing back
the pavements and pillars
now scrubed and painted bright
but in my meomory its different
always the customary white
the floor that you walk on
shiny marble and granite
was a drab grey back then
for common and elite
a charming haven
for young and old
welcoming all strangers
to hold and behold
an organised chaos
of cars and people
of click clocking heels
food and lovelorn couples
a shoppers paradise
a foodies delight
a student's hangout
a party heaven
on new years night
its nothing of what it was
old world grandeur
a bustling marketplace
amidst trappings of yesteryears
today ofcourse its diferent
but it still is my favourite place
its called rajiv chowk
that was once connaught place
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