Immortal

Hey,

This one is totally for mah Indian Friends. The ones who have not grown up here would find it a little difficult to relate to. Just read thru the following lines, sit back and try to imagine these times (If you ever experienced them). For me, they are Priceless. Hope atleast one of you likes them. So Long ....

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. _ I Love This One The Most
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.

You can spend
Hundreds on birthdays,
Thousands on festivals,
Lakhs on weddings,
But to celebrate
All you have to spend is your Time.