I can talk to trees for hours

I can hold a roundtable with dogs

I can solve an argument of bees

Buzzing around sunflowers

I can converse with a sexist rickshaw driver in his dialect

I can sing ‘Afreen Afreen’ with a taxi driver who has 5 grandchildren

I can talk to Gulzar sahaab after being a bit starstruck

I can debate with Arnab (PS: If he is sleeping)

I can fight with bhakts

I can intellectually masturbate with pseudo-intellectuals

I can hold a seminar for pseudo feminists

I can stand in front of 444444444 people after a normal panic attack

But your ‘Hey’ with three ellipses

Sends all the shivers possible down my spine…