I know what you're thinking... it's "warm fuzzy moments" but there was nothing fuzzy about what was experienced.. hence, fluffy.. warm and fluffy.. not superficially fluffy like cotton candy that rests on your tongue and cements into this hard brittle sugar pop... but cosy fluffy like a pet resting in your lap.. soft, warm, comforting...
so this was describing a night a few days ago.. literally a few days :)
So the gang got together with the summons of a once-our-President who had till-that-date never exerted Presidential privilege... teehee.. but the nymph called us and up we stood.. and ran... all the way to the past..
it was cosier than memories recollected which is one of the stranger things.. B stood waiting, a mop of wild white hair now, directed me to park nearly kissing the hedge. a warm hug or two later we were inside.. more hugs, artificial oranges, pastries, samosas, jalebis, tracking down of chiwda later (a feast!) we squatted comfortably on the floor.. Time helpfully stretched till its very seams allowing us to dive in to unpack some memories and the "themes" of our current lives.. V, the eccentric genius as always, effortlessly round up us scallywags lost in 2's and 3's while i munched on tiny bowl-after-bowl of chiwda.. we quite properly went around the circle and were absorbed in each telling.. it was the most wonderful conversation... peppered with the usual peals of laughter and a love that threatened to spill out of our chests... too-soon we had to leave to meet the rest of the bandwagon.. many groans later we trooped into respective cars.. with much strategic planning to ensure no one deliberately got lost to find their way back to B's abode..
the rest of the night was a cacophony of wild laughter taking over the tiny cafe.. other patrons looked suitably concerned.. we were a tribe come together after a long while without a chooda ceremony pulling at our strings! In fact the post has officially been renamed.. because that's what it was.. and that's what will hopefully keep pulling us back, ensuring we drive up all the way from the dozen different directions we are stationed in now... to where we are together.. for a few hours or more..
To the continued sharing of our dreams, aspirations, frustrations, learnings and lives... For this group a Big Thank You to the Divine
love you all <3 span="">
so this was describing a night a few days ago.. literally a few days :)
So the gang got together with the summons of a once-our-President who had till-that-date never exerted Presidential privilege... teehee.. but the nymph called us and up we stood.. and ran... all the way to the past..
it was cosier than memories recollected which is one of the stranger things.. B stood waiting, a mop of wild white hair now, directed me to park nearly kissing the hedge. a warm hug or two later we were inside.. more hugs, artificial oranges, pastries, samosas, jalebis, tracking down of chiwda later (a feast!) we squatted comfortably on the floor.. Time helpfully stretched till its very seams allowing us to dive in to unpack some memories and the "themes" of our current lives.. V, the eccentric genius as always, effortlessly round up us scallywags lost in 2's and 3's while i munched on tiny bowl-after-bowl of chiwda.. we quite properly went around the circle and were absorbed in each telling.. it was the most wonderful conversation... peppered with the usual peals of laughter and a love that threatened to spill out of our chests... too-soon we had to leave to meet the rest of the bandwagon.. many groans later we trooped into respective cars.. with much strategic planning to ensure no one deliberately got lost to find their way back to B's abode..
the rest of the night was a cacophony of wild laughter taking over the tiny cafe.. other patrons looked suitably concerned.. we were a tribe come together after a long while without a chooda ceremony pulling at our strings!
To the continued sharing of our dreams, aspirations, frustrations, learnings and lives... For this group a Big Thank You to the Divine
love you all <3 span="">
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