Celebration means......
A foggy winter evening.
Four friends.
One barsaat.
Eight Samosas.
Four glasses of chai.
(OR)
Hundred bucks of gas.
A trusted old bike.
Walkman in the pocket.
And a lush green open road, at dawn.
(OR)
Maggi
A hostel room.
1.25 a.m
A season of F.R.I.E.N.D.S
(OR)
3 old friends.
3 separate cities.
3 coffee mugs.
1 internet messenger.
(OR)
Rain on a hot tin roof.
Pakoras deep-frying.
Friends dropping in.
A party.
(OR)
You and mom.
A summer night.
A bottle of coconut oil.
A head massage.
Gossiping about absent family members.
(OR)
Her.
Me.
Midnight.
Phone.
Fight & Giggles.
(OR)
New Clothes.
All Friends.
Building full of lights.
The night of Diwali.
(OR)
Overnight Train Journey.
Berth full of friends.
2 pack of cards.
A child's laugh, kadi-chaawal, surprise birthdays, aloo ka parantha with curd & butter, a diving catch, under the clouds on a moon-lit night, beach on a winter morning, smiling faces, picking the tab after dinner in a restaurant with mom & dad, her hand in mine, making someone laugh, crying during a movie, doing the thing that scares you the most & the rush afterwards......
The most precious & memorable moments are the simplest & quietest ones.
This was my adaptation of a sweet mail that's going around.
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