remembering some things from the past that were the rendezvouses,
the places where we friends met time and again.. to enjoy coffee at standard.. travelling in loaded buses,
just becoz with the coffee.. used to come one small pack of crispy biscuit,
that had almonds and pista and nuts in it.. dipping in cup and then to enjoy this strut,
then with ever searching eyes.. lavishly talking about some pukki pony tailed,
who used to use some pomades.. but just that which brand..we cud nt ask.. from that pleasant jade,
well the time just ticked on and on.. with its natural pace,
that pony tailed now lives with some wonderful human.. whose home for friction has no space,
from that coffee we graduated to beer and drinks and so often we friends got together at some arena,
how bigger the business empires or working status had got turned.. and one friend loved katrina,
amply putting one more large peg in his just finished glass,
just to make him reveal or boast.. that how he was better than sallu or akki or ranbir.. and how they were such crass,
literally pumping him.. yeah only you and how.. and cud they be any equal to you,
and generally in.. equally like minded people's gathering of friends this happens with one been teased to create one lively hue.....
