The day we met

The day we met;
in the past till yet,
everything I remember;
was just a number,
yes it was thirteenth of march;
but the timing was of dinner not of lunch,
my phone rang when scooty was in full speed;
but I stopped as it all was destine-ed,
for few minutes I was without any clue;
yeah, the voice that I heard was of you,
you called for my quest;
and that too for the fest,
from then butterscotch to mountain dew;
left you with money which was few,
but then it was all fun;
you, me and that idiot old men,
although we had many more;
but that really terrified me for sure. 

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