A rainstorm had just lashed through the City of Djinns bringing a sigh of relief for the denizens from the painful sultry summer. And so, you could hear the buzzing of activity outside. I wished I could carpe diem, being holed up in my little burrow for the past few days with a nasty pre-monsoon viral fever. To my surprise I soon found myself bounding down the old elongated granite hostel steps.
A gust of cool zephyr gently blew over my face as I stepped out of my imposing hostel. The scent of quenched earth and fallen leaves after the rains filled the air. By now, swarms of people had already descended on the ever green Nilgiri dhaba. The voice of Narayan, our ever jolly dhaba in-charge boomed close by as I aimlessly scanned for a familiar face among the tea-sipping crowd.
Ah! There they are! The usual bunch of busybody huddled together in one of the reddish table. One thing I like about these friends of mine is that everyone always has something interesting to share with. Over hot tea and coffee, the conversations flowed from interesting but never get to taste or see food recipe (at least in the campus) to shopping malls, to issues of love-happy relationships between the Tsar and Princess in Kagopeland. In between I had the painful chance to listen to one of their ORIGINAL composition (you guys know which song I mean). By now, everyone looked worn out considering the amount of exertion that went into all those talking. Still some of my friends haven’t made up their mind on what to take along for the upcoming camp until the light drizzle chased us back to our rooms.
