Mumbai.

So it was actually the other way around.
Incessant Rainfall. Messy hair love. Cha. Evernote. Conventional smiles. Alfanso aahhness. Flustered evenings. Inebriating Marine drive. Prawn biriyani at Ambar / bheja fry at Bade Miyan. Walk down the moonlit Ballard Estate. Hurried breakfast of  tasteless sandwiches. Meetings. Purple Peeptoes. Pao bhajis at 1 am. Midnight ramble. Lonely hotel nights. Sleeplessness. Desire. Cogitating over the past. 

Life happened, love did not! 

Smriti....

When I look back now I could feel the pain, an intense one. These four years were lot. And as I sat that day with friends, little high I wondered 'bout all that, that lay scattered in my head- Oly, Zhong hua and the craziest get togethers.
Each time I visited Zhong- hua or Oly and let that chilled stuff pass down my throat I could feel the pain and the feeling of togetherness all at same time. And pami's place where we sat most often with black rum, breezer n Maggi or the times at nandan, college street or coffee house over endless debates and uncontrollable laughters- the little things that would make my day. Growing up was this fun I never realized before and as I stared agape at the wild charm of my campus I realized that there are certain things in life that could never happen again- getting sloshed at binayek's garage, birthday '08 or intense puking after taking the shots for the first time.
And as I shuffled through those random clicks that day the ache grew stronger somehow. I knew I wont ever get to hear the Floyd in the same way, neither Calcutta blues will make us cry our hearts out. And I will keep missing those bawals, the birthday parties, the random treats, the never ending addas and those shoulders even more. The vodka shots would never taste the same again. The cozy taxi rides would never again be this beautiful.
And so as the car sped through I closed my eyes to feel the strong air and at times things never turn blue, they remain just as it is, only that we grow up, move on leaving behind promises, bonds n words and so it remains, smriti..........

Day Out

The most eventful get together till date :

() For meeting all at navina n then not watchin the movie. Time crunch :P
() For the sudden rain, for getting wet inspite of having umbrellas n for the coziest cab ride from navina to SC.
() For all the photo shoots at food court, for being Aftershock-ed, for callin me sweet n sexy all at the same time.

() For having the bawal with the auto walah in the middle of the road. *In the mood for bawals*
() For having that perfect lunch (with 500 ml coke n chicken == perfect)
() For the l-o-n-g auto ride with six of us packed n the black clouds. Chilled!
() For ending up at nandi's place (after decades), for getting to watch the video (finally! :D), for letting it go back to where it all started, for the chai n the samosa with the rains.
() For the camera n this SONY moment. Photo courtesy- Nandi, bad editing- me.
() For all the bokboks.

() For the feeling of togetherness (for no extras).

() For the numerous memories (with him) that kept lingering.

And to all these little get togethers that really mean a lot.

Hold me darlin' just a litle while.........

Can you hold on for a while?
Can you wait for a moment?
Can you keep mum for a minute?
Can you?

So that I can close my eyes
Rest my head on your shoulders
Put my arms round your waist
And hold your fingers tight…

And then……….
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She buries her face
Her voice chokes
She tries hard to manage
All goes futile…
He comes round
To say her goodbye
She held him close
N he kissed her a goodbye