The Airtel HD ad rings a bell,
Of bygone times that were swell,

When my brother and I were young,
And in fights and smiles our days were strung,

And when in the ad the boy kicks his bro’s cycle down,
His forehead gathered together in a frown,

I can’t help but go back in time,
And picture myself in the same grime,

And when he accuses his bro of not waiting to watch the match,
It’s a replay of me in the same catch