Of human bondage...

Another sad parting.

The size of our gang used to be quite a topic for discussion among other circles, even after more than a year since joining the company. But ever since, it's been dwindling. There was a certain beauty about it, like the irregularly shaped cobblestones meshing together to perfection in an italian street. No two people were alike, in fact, they were as diverse as a group of people can get. But the fine lines of alignment that they found among themselves, proved to be quite enduring. And that is the reason why, even after getting shattered across all over the country and all over the world, it still beats the same pulse. In accordion.

Raesh once said - "How good it would be if all of us were to live in the same apartment building... me at the top, P and family below that, then you, then Anu, then..." I looked at him suspiciously, hoping to find the traces of leftover alcohol intoxication. But I couldn't find any, and it disturbed me.

We're going to miss those "luv and prayers"... :)

Comments

mowgz said…
venda bjoy, eppazhe senti aavandaa... aval nila il kaanum for the next few weeks :)
10:38 AM
Unknown said…
I am trying to tickle a nerve here.
Chumma, for a change...
10:43 AM
Anonymous said…
Really really missing those memorable times..But the missing feeling is quie different .. Atleast we all had a wonderful time to "miss" . Right ?

"Luv n prayers" was telling me yesterday how beautiful were those times, when all were there at TVm.. (esp me ;), of course )
just joking . B came to my house yesterday and complained that he is having stomach probelm when i treated them with some homemade chips n halva. chanthu was describing how tasty those chips are!. B got disappointed. I made some Chukk kappi . It was soo hot that we all cudn't have another glass. But we made B belive that its so good and he asked me for one more glass!
really missing those times!!!!

Quoting one comment ..
"njan ninne pole aayalum ni enne pole ayalum oru poleyalle ?" :D.
Thats true. What diff will it make ?
1:31 PM
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