Friday, March 28, 2008

Talking to you yesterday the years magically condensed, talking late into the night over mugs of stealthily brewed coffee huddled on hostel-issue beds, talking about this that and the other, and despite all, nothing has changed, not really.

7 comments:

mago said...

Nothing and all.

Change, coincidences, connections.

Baby Island said...

This post brings back my own memories of times spent living in a small hostel in San Francisco, the world at our feet, communal cooking and bagels. Sitting on the fire escape with the noise of Mission Street blaring up at us while we lived free for the first time. Oh I'm rambling now.

sathya said...

The past is always such a fascinating thing to talk and refresh memories na...

If it can be so fascinating for a kid like me, it would be much much more for you to recollect memories from the past na .. :)

Sathya

AmitL said...

Hostel-issue beds?U mean someone you know is still studying?Whew.:)Just kidding.

But,yes,talking ole memories is always fun,albeit,these days,I get irked with any long conversation,for some reason..the effect of too much time spent in the DRR.(Dubai Rat Race,I guess.)

AmitL said...

Hostel-issue beds?U mean someone you know is still studying?Whew.:)Just kidding.

But,yes,talking ole memories is always fun,albeit,these days,I get irked with any long conversation,for some reason..the effect of too much time spent in the DRR.(Dubai Rat Race,I guess.)

Portia said...

a lasting memory, made from lasting memories:)

austere said...

sathya- BAH. As if needed a reminder that was 20 years ago. :)

mago :) Is anything ever a random coincidence?

babyisland- must be some great memories, write abt them?

amitl- OOOH time is a dollah, eh? I know abt patience shortage though.

portia- :) lovely! I'll remember that.