In the hostel we shared one heater, one blanket and your six-string, which you could barely play but played every night anyway.
Rahul, you only ever knew four chords.
The rest of this letter is sealed.
Looking through the drawer…
Looking through the drawer…
One sealed letter is waiting for Rahul.
In the hostel we shared one heater, one blanket and your six-string, which you could barely play but played every night anyway.
Rahul, you only ever knew four chords.
The rest of this letter is sealed.