Celebration...
A winter evening. Four friends. One barsaat. Four glasses of cutting chai.
Celebration...
Hundred bucks of petrol. A rusty old bike. An open road.
Celebration...
Maggi noodles. A hostel room. 4.25 a.m.
Celebration...
3 old friends. 3 separate cities. 3 coffee mugs. 1 internet messenger.
Celebration...
Rain on a hot tin roof. Pakoras deep-frying. Neighbours dropping in.
Celebration...
Mom and me. A summer night. A bottle of coconut oil. A head massage. Gossiping about absent family members.
2 comments:
Now, that's like a good boy..keep writing and i'll keep coming back..
Good one!
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