I spoke to L yesterday. And as usual the conversation shifted to college and hostel and how we were. I think after all these years we are still in awe of those teenaged, carefree and reckless girls. And since we left that place, we haven't even been half of that and talking about those days just makes us hopeful that we can be that again someday. We want to be.
Among other things, L mentioned the time we slept on the roof of the hostel. I had somehow forgotten that. It was a tiled and sloping roof and I now remember it was some occasion; movie night or a festival or a meteor shower or something. We(there were a handful of us) went with our sheets and managed to sleep(how!) looking at the sky. But I just can't figure how we managed to climb onto the roof in the first place! I go over the building structure in my mind but I can't find a way up. I agree with L that we need to revisit the hostel. Without the men.
There was also this time we attended a wedding on a whim.SM and VG, both my classmates, were getting married in distant Sandur. I was home on leave from Mumbai and I mentioned about it to L who was in Bangalore then. She thought it would be fun to attend, she came to my place and off we went by bus. I remember passing through Agumbe in the late afternoon, chatting nonstop with L and feeling terribly excited just being on the journey(despite the aching bums), like a bunch of schoolgirls. Then I can recollect transporting ourselves to the wedding venue on a bullock cart on a very bad road. Their families weren't pleased about the wedding so there was hardly any fanfare.I was the official photographer. It's a pity I have no photos of that day with me. It seems a little insensitive now; I don't think I really cared about the wedding. All I knew was that L and I were going on this joyride.
Among other things, L mentioned the time we slept on the roof of the hostel. I had somehow forgotten that. It was a tiled and sloping roof and I now remember it was some occasion; movie night or a festival or a meteor shower or something. We(there were a handful of us) went with our sheets and managed to sleep(how!) looking at the sky. But I just can't figure how we managed to climb onto the roof in the first place! I go over the building structure in my mind but I can't find a way up. I agree with L that we need to revisit the hostel. Without the men.
There was also this time we attended a wedding on a whim.SM and VG, both my classmates, were getting married in distant Sandur. I was home on leave from Mumbai and I mentioned about it to L who was in Bangalore then. She thought it would be fun to attend, she came to my place and off we went by bus. I remember passing through Agumbe in the late afternoon, chatting nonstop with L and feeling terribly excited just being on the journey(despite the aching bums), like a bunch of schoolgirls. Then I can recollect transporting ourselves to the wedding venue on a bullock cart on a very bad road. Their families weren't pleased about the wedding so there was hardly any fanfare.I was the official photographer. It's a pity I have no photos of that day with me. It seems a little insensitive now; I don't think I really cared about the wedding. All I knew was that L and I were going on this joyride.
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