Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Happiness

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.

1 comment:

starry nights said...

That was beautiful , a walk with you through your day into the night.I like the last part coconut oil massage.nice post.