It’s not often that you get a chance to relive your past. Yesterday night was one such rare occasion when I got a chance to meet my all season friend after a long time.

He had just got engaged and we had no other choice but to celebrate his bachelor’s party our way 😉 . To give our salutation to the very celebration, my two other buddies and me decided to start our journey to the place where we were supposed to catch hold of our long time lost in transition friend who is fondly referred to as shikari (sometimes I wonder why the hell was he given the name, might be because of his excellent shikari like communication skills 🙂 ).

On reaching the place, shikari was wilfully kidnapped by us and was taken to a nearby dhaba. The long gone college days flashed in front of my eyes. Ranging from discussions about marital life (which, by the way, was the focal point of our discussion for obvious reasons) to why Saty (one of the two buddies) would not want to get away from the mental trauma that he went through when he was a kid on hearing All Indians are my brothers and Sisters, it was in all senses of the word a hilarious outing.

It was not before 3 a.m. in the morning, that we realized that time had flown by while we had taken a dive into the waters of the nostalgic river. It was time to bid adieu to our dear friend and head back to where it all started.

How often the laughter and fun is followed by an ever prevailing silence which was only broken by the wonderful songs being played on the FM radio.

And while driving, I took a bow to the very nature of life which leaves us with nothing but the sweet memories that we will always cherish throughout our lives.

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