A smoked journey to dream land
Fresh breath of nostalgic air
Warm hugs of comfort
Lazy morning of laughter and cheese
A long drawn lunch
Walk to the alley of guitars and buckets
Clouds of smoke, hot tea and singing
Foursome gallivanting on treaded paths
Jokes of bathing styles and masala fries
Metro-ed to the heaven of food
The cozy posters and benches
Chocolat fancies and sinners of gluttony
We are lost and found
Till we dream of the next day.
Egged breakfasts, drowsy and disoriented
Move to the peacock-garden
Big toothed smiles of reunion
A lunch made for three days
Knocked everyone down
Movie motive lost to language and seating
An endless adventure for Burqous*
Practiced Zen at Tao
Night of Mata, her bawling and sweat.
An early dawn of bread and packed lunch
The dreaded squash on the station
An unexpected parting
Walls of love beckoned
Arrival with summer mangoes
Eternal quest for the a/c
Coffees shared and a wallet lost
The wait for the bathed beauty
Un-censored talks and cooler
Carmensita to going Gaga
A walk to the Centre with gallons of nimbu pani
Chai Chat with old buddies
A friend who dresses for Sabarmati. Phew
Keicha, Quereshi and the three musketeers
Midnight mayhem, eating and editing.
Jaaneman and Jan Path
Coloured beads, popping eyes, bargains, bhaiyas
Pre-calculated lunch order and kazoo’s prettiness
Mapping the way back home
Rocky chatter and pizzas
An auto ride to remember for life
Hugs and promises
Sleep.
Day of departure
Locking and unlocking doors practiced
A visit of a grumpy friend
Another goodbye
Lunch over Mongolia and theatre
Dreams of scaling mountains
More promises and adieu
Final calls at the long station halt
Bye
The train hoots
I’ll be back. Soon.
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