when we were young - when chai met toast (a cover by moh)

"Oh Love" is the second single from my album titled "In Tokens & Charms". Buy your copy at www.prateekkuhad.com/store. 


Oh Love

Lyrics:

It was shown and behold, her hair was golden
Her eyes were blue, as the sea was bold
And free
Her eyes were bold and free

We grew with the town, we laughed and we frowned
Our eyes withdrawn, but our hearts were bold
And free
Our hearts were bold and free
Our hearts were bold and free

We walked with our shadows behind us and close
We danced with our bodies 
With me holding on to you
And you holding on to me 

We painted the sky, with blues of a thousand kind
We were fools, for the moon was ahead all this while
The moon was ahead all the time

So broken and done, our souls and our bones
Maybe old and sore, but our eyes they shone like the sun
Our eyes they shone like the sun

We walked with our shadows behind us and close
We danced with our bodies 
With me holding on to you
And you holding on to me 

With me holding on to you
And you holding on to me

Holding On

Lyrics:

Don’t leave me hanging sideways
We are drunk and driving highways
And our bodies are inclined

To escape the morning light you
Bring your hopes up with the sunrise
But our hearts lie someplace else

We are hidden behind these window sills
We are hidden behind these sheets that never end

If you go, I won’t even know
Now if you leave, I won’t even show it now
If you go, I won’t even know
Now if you leave, I won’t even show it now

I did try to be your lover, 
It was beautiful under covers
And our bodies were inclined

We are wasted in our youth and
We are spent and we are clueless 
Did we question our souls

We are hidden behind these window sills
And we are hidden behind these sheets that never end

If you go, I won’t even know
Now if you leave, I won’t even show it now
If you go, I won’t even know
Now if you leave, I won’t even show it now

I won't even frown

“Oxford Revisited” is a chamber-folk narrative told across eight hours of a 20-year reunion at New College, Oxford. It’s the sound of returning to the architecture of your youth and discovering the internal rooms you’ve locked or forgotten. Over fingerpicked guitar, warm cello, and soft glitch textures, the album follows a 40-year-old protagonist as he retraces the pathways of his first independence—old staircases, renovated bars, candlelit halls—meeting the ghosts of who he was.

Across the evening he reconnects with Anna, a woman whose life was transformed by a book he wrote in his twenties. Her gratitude destabilises him at first; he barely recognises the idealistic version of himself she quotes back. But as the night deepens—from laughter with first-year neighbours to the humbling sobriety of an alumni football match—he begins to warm to the idea that the artist he used to be isn’t gone, just quiet.

By midnight, standing on the Mound beneath the warm lamps and cool air, he accepts a truth he’s avoided: growing up didn’t erase the creative self—it only buried it under routine. Anna didn’t come to remind him of the past; she came to return him to himself.

This is an album about memory, drift, courage, and the dignity of beginning again. Not nostalgia—recognition.

Forty on the Mound

This may or may not be the 11th song from my debut album 'In Tokens & Charms'. Listen, love, share! 

Lyrics:

So hold your hand in mine
Tonight

I’ll drive you to the stars
Tonight

And on our way, we’ll sip the sea
And glide with the moonlight, just you and me
We’ll sway with the clouds, just like you
Want it to be

Oh darling, we’ll be alone and free

You’ll be the one that finds me
Tonight
I’ll drive you to the stars
Tonight

Tonight

Debut EP

Produced by Vivek Thomas
Mastering by Mike Kalajian

Joy Of Little Things

Tried covering this song in a different key. Absolute favourite composition of Tajdar Junaid!

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Prateek Kuhad