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All it takes is a moment!!!


The sudden disturbance caused in surrounding by the fragrance and hurried movement woke him up. He was pissed off. The extra emotional drama at house the previous night has cost him his sleep. He had decided that he will take a nap as he dint want to look drowsy and thus spoil a chance of making a FIRST IMPRESSION with new hot college girls on the first day itself. He turned his head back to see who was the one wearing so much perfume that would wake him up from a sound sleep. He could see only the GREEN salwar, that too from back. He smiled as the view was pleasant. That was a “figure perfect”, according to him, from the back. He realised that all his irritations are gone and smiled at his stupidity. He couldn’t take his eyes off her for the immediate few moments, but later confessed to himself that he was waiting to catch a glimpse of the face. She just slid into a long 3 seater and occupied the window seat. All he could see before he went back to his sleep was the streak of hair that was falling on the face, which he thought was lovely, though it was blocking a clear view of the assumed to be pretty face.

ಕಾತರ


ಇಂದೇಕೆ ಹೀಗೆ, ಮಂದಹಾಸದೊಂದಿಗೆ ಈ ಮೌನ… ಕಪ್ಪಾದ ಆಕಾಶದಂತೆ, ಸುಳಿಯದ ತಂಗಾಳಿಯಂತೆ!! ಮಾತಿನ ಮುತ್ತುದುರಬಾರದೆ ಇಳೆಯ ಒಡಲಿಗೆ… ಮಂದಹಾಸ ತೊಳೆದಿರುವ ಭಾವದ ಮರುಳಿಗೆ.

“Quest”


FUCK!!… It was an outburst of the frustration coming out for the nth time ever since I began to peddle this morning. Just like a shadow of disappointment that is gonna spread over the whole day, it came out for the first time early in the morning when the lazy ass-hole Samyak messaged that he will not be joining as the bloody scotch he had overnight has still got his body numbed and eyes sleepy. I was already on my gear and 2kms past my house. The pact we made the previous night was clear that he will go home and sleep. However it was foolish of me to believe that he would sleep a peaceful night on a Friday despite knowing the fact that he had just refilled his bar with all color of labels from Goa. Giving up, being not my style of commitment, I decided to carry on on my own, all alone to the most terrifying trail out of my city.

Royal city … Mysore (2/2)


Conntinued from here

I was having a SOUND sleep.. The deewana was really cosy and the light never bothered me at all.. Guess the single shot of scotch inside was taking its toll.. Something smoothly comes in the air and makes a gentle landing on my back and after a moment, soft fingers start to dance on my feet.. It was then I came out of my mis-assumption that it was another dream, only to realise that the UNO enjoying gang has finally taken a break from their game and have decided to wake me up hook or crook. Needless to mention that the soft thing was a pillow and it dint land gently, but thrown upon me in rage. Well however ‘Legends’ about my sleep never go wrong, so  they gave up and went back to their game leaving me to enjoy my sleep for the rest of the night after 15 20 mins!!

Royal city … Mysore (1/2)


The royal city of “Mysore” is a grand jewel in the crown of Karnataka. The more I visit this place the more I fall in love with it. This time the visit to this beautiful city was more special in many ways than my previous ones.

Right from our first ever trip of “Rottikallu”, the game of UNO has been an integral source of fun for everyone in our group (recently got itself named as “Travel Freaks”). It became so addictive among ourselves that even when we were getting out for lunch or leisure breaks, we used to take our bunch of cards with us, and were resuming after we are back. But recently as the trip motives drifted slowly from recreation to adventure, the concentration on the game was reducing (not completely stopped though) only because of the timing issues. Finally in the previous “Bekal” jaunt, we decided that it would be fair on our part to entirely dedicate a weekend to the game and planned the big “UNO NIGHT” to be held at Sana’s own house in Mysore. So our journey to Mysore thus began.

Ret 3: Diwali blast in Mumbai


 

Lighting the Lamps

Lighting the Lamps

With all our ventures in the city, time was passing so fast. We never realized how fast the initial 10 days have passed on. The festive spirit (or the cloud of Gunpowder smoke) was rising in the airs of Mumbai. Yes, it was Diwali time and Our Diwali in Kharghar is an unforgettable experience in our lives. All the girls of our group had made big plans for the celebration. “Pooja, Puliyogre, Photo session and Pataki”. (A perfect festival plan).

Pooja was so well planned and arranged. Some idols of god and photos were neatly kept with incense sticks, camphor everything. (I still wonder who among them has bought it!!!). Bhavana sung a very melodius devotional song, which carried us away for a while.

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