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.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
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1 comment:
That was beautiful , a walk with you through your day into the night.I like the last part coconut oil massage.nice post.
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