"I may come home next week and I hope we all get to meet," I messaged a friend last night. It's been over a week that I am away from home and I miss my pack of mad friends immensely. Beep Beep..My phone..He had replied. "I am going to A'Nagar for an audit. I can make it back only the week after that."
So one member already dropped, and this even before the plan is made, which is just fair because I am planning to go in the middle of the week, a time when all sane people are busy working.
And here I am, suddenly missing all those days (though not for the first time) when life was just about doing nothing. When a bunch of us would just hang out at wierd places, doing nothing, yet doing everything!
I remember those evenings that we spent on the hill..why did we even go there..certainly not for an evening exercise, because we would climb down and promptly grab a bite at the nearby eatery.
I remember the stone quarry, the dried up lake, those overgrown bushes, Amol's aeroplane we all saw at 6.15, his face flushed with child-like excitement, Kartik's silly comments..I remember it all.
That was where I first learnt to ride a bike..and by bike I mean a motorbike, like those heavy ones, Amol's Pulsar, to be more precise..I can imagine what a site I must have looked..my miniscule frame on that humumgous vehicle!
And then we would all gather at someone's place and try to strum a few notes on the guitar or chorus a song together.
And how I could I forget, that solitary tree in my college where we all sat (need I say we bunked lectures to do that).
Where have all those days gone, why did they just fly away..
4 comments:
why does nostalgia have to take over us at the most unexpected times? though we love to relive those moments, it hurts to realize that they'll never come back...
very true Bhumi...I wish I could just turn the clock back for one day...
amazing u little dynamo....As they say all good things come in small sizes..Keep up the good work....
@kartik..
Wish we could all go back there once!
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