Sunday, November 15, 2009

Party

The meaning of a party when i was a kid was always that Samosa chat I used to have with my brother. Probably that rs. 5 dish was so meaningful then. On any arbit evening we would have an eye contact and so the plan was on. We did not have to say that we are going for the snacks, it was obvious. I never knew from where he used to get that money and he will also never know from where i managed mine.

I will make sure that we go for the party again this time, sit on the table and desperately wait for that chat with the mouth getting wet.

3 comments:

Shivi said...

Precious joys in life are always simple!

Abhinav said...

@Shivi : Ya few things never change , that shop is still there and the ambiance is the same.

Anuj Choudhary said...

reminds me of the place in front of my school....