Talk.

Just yesternite I was discussing this with a friend of mine: How sick guys are!!??

Stunned I was to hear this abstract statement, but then everyone has all the rights to think whatever one feels like. Only later did I come to know that it was only a matter of the moment she encountered. As I lay back and think, I ponder over the issue and see that many-a-times, the corollary holds.

Talks with her brought back those gud ol' DCE days. That "Chai waale baba" - "Are mera cup tod diye re!" - Those countless hours spent in the canteen - Those group fights - Those marriage parties we used to attend unvited - The gud times - And the bad times.

But anyhow, those were the best days of my life! (No doubts about that)
:)