A winter evening.
Four friends.
One barsaat.
Four glasses of chai.
Hundred bucks of gas.
A rusty old bike.
And an open road.
Maggi noodles.
A hostel room.
4.25 a.m.
3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.
Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Neighbours dropping in.
A party.
You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.
Gossiping about absent family members.
(From a mail from one of my friends!!)
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2 comments:
saala BC.. this was my mail!!!
ha..ha....i have mentioned that in the blog itself :)
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