It was a breezy morning with scattered drops of rain embedded in the air.Uh...sorry, It was afternoon! Once again I slept through the whole morning. As I hung the toothbrush in my mouth and was dragging my feet along the slippery corridor floor a gust of wind blew across swaying my hair and waking me from whatever remnants of hangover i was having. The lunch in the mess was as usual too pathetic to even comment upon. Again as I was dragging myself to my room i got a call blaring 'gupchup party in the evening'. The excitement swept through my whole body instantly and drove the whole monotony of the weekend out of me. The longstanding separation form my school friends were all to be submerged in the brimming excitement like that of a first time lover. We met each other at sector-5 in the evening and were exchanging admiration, excitement along with the usual greetings when rain gods thought to spoil the fun and suddenly expectorated the heavy shower from its constraints. The splatter of rains all around and its noise distracted me a bit but the ripping of one of our friend for all the muscle he had put on, brought my focus back.
The heavy downpour settled to a slight drizzle, sighting this opportunity we rode through the glistening road to 'cloud 9' bar. The atmosphere inside was indeed so relaxing with dim lights spotted by bright red cigarette ends and people probably sharing their day's distress over a bottle of Johnnie walker. However we were to celebrate our reunion and each of us scuttled in different directions to search for a vacant cabin. Now one fellow did notice an empty cabin and we all sprung in quickly to scrutinize the discovery. I noticed a reserved token over the table and made an announcement of our failure. One of our friends however asked for the waiter and enquired 'who has reserved this cabin?’ The waiter probably after some search down his memory lane replied 'I don’t remember!’ I instantly whispered to the protagonist fellow 'dude does it matter? The waiter doesn’t know whether any other person booked this place or it was us!' ignoring the thoughtful look at the waiters face. After that it wasn’t much hard to convince him and we made ourselves comfortable on the cozy couch. The hookahs being set up, the drinks and the starters being ordered, we begin our journey through the old stories, our vivid and hilarious experiences and drowned ourselves in the engrossing nostalgia. Along with the drinks I poured out all the stress and bland way of life out and drank in all the joy of the moment. The emphatic demeanor of our expressions caught attention of a few people and also the manager so he came to intervene our immortal moment. His vague words were of no avail to our customized ears as if we had descended into a world of our own. Going by the saying that the truest feelings of the heart oozes out after a peg, one fellow called his girlfriend over the phone to bargain a few extra kisses in their next meeting.
The feeling of being high dominated our emotions and swept us into the delight which I never had experienced in my life. However the end wasn’t that pleasing with some feeling queasy and having a debacle with whatever they had gorged, in their unconsciousness and letting out the stuffs in a scurry. While driving back home I felt happy that his abrupt planning of events eventually turned out to one of the most cherished moments of my life.
