An idle evening amidst an oh-so-busy trip! We lazed in our pyjamas,holding tight to the fuming mugs of cappuccinos smelling of comfort . Crushed cushions played the just-born on our laps. Coffee evenings with friends are barren without gossips and gossip sessions incomplete without nostalgia. Lils being the lump of mess she is, spilled some coffee on Tinu in her spell of laughter. Tinu yelled and jumped onto his feet spilling the rest. Bils and me burst into laughter too now. The spells of contagious laughter startled Hojmi being used to frowns and yells at spilling liquids. Silly nothings enrich such evenings. Always. Having cleaned the mess, we were back to the productive utilisation of our gossip stint. I wanted a relaxing head massage but was pushed back to my chair as Hojmi pulled my dress. Here I was hoping to write a new post after ages, dreaming about the Winter trip and yes, missing what was still to come. Ma may call it the 'ashchhe ashchhetai bhalo.ele to hoyei gelo' syndrome. I call it nostalgia of the tomorrow. I miss the days after Pujo already. Everyone does.
