Music, laughter, good food, excellent company, and the total expulsion of inhibitions: that's what memories are made of.
KFC runs out of brownies (FREAKS); all-nighters that make you wonder where the time flies to; silent alarms written on walls; one hour power naps that feel like 5 minutes; oreo desserts that have you salivating; games of broken telephone that makes it way through three generations; stories of bygone days elicit gleeful reminisces; talking to a baby that hasn't yet been born; the old hindi songs that we normally never listen to make their way back into play; off tune singing; in-sync hip-swinging; tummy-clutching-rib-wracking-breath-catching-blood-pumping- uncontrollable laughter...Good times, with Great people.
Everyone who knows me, knows that I never do things in the order that they're supposed to be done in. That's why I guess, right now, I'm proposing a toast - well after the round of shots - to the best weekend that I've had in a while, and to everyone who made it happen!
[I still don't get how KFC ran out of brownies. KAMINA'S - it's a hindi word, google it, you know you want to (and don't look at me like that, I'm totally entitled to swear in hindi ok)].
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