You Took the Wrong Exit

We met first in the flight from LA to Heathrow
We exchanged few formal and kind words
You made those hostesses ugly ducklings
You made that long flight very short

Our second meeting was in Eastham Temple
You were struggling to pull the rope
And to keep your silky sary intact
We exchanged sweet smiles
You made that day more divine

Our next meeting was on FA Cup day
In the North Circular Road traffic jam
As our cars were side by side
You asked me for short cut to Harrow
I asked you to follow me along
I lead you to the right destination

In real life you failed to follow me
You took the wrong exit
Ended in a wrong destination
I still feel the pain as I think of you
From the unchartered territory
Where I ended up without you.