Run to King’s Circle. Train to CST. Cab to Gateway. Ferry to Mandwa. Bus to Alibaug. Tum-tum to Cheool village. Postcard sunset. Twenty friends. The weekend ahead.
Pretty old cottage. Wooden balcony. Swing on porch. Blue shutters. Hidden by trees. In the middle of nowhere. A retreat.
Chairs by poolside. Soft yellow lighting. Soul-stirring music. Good food. Few plates. Sharing.
Stuffed. Hammock. Swaying. Breeze. Bliss.
Eyelids drooping. Heads dropping. Streeeeeetch. Time to…what’s that? Really? Conversation. Laughter. Interrogation. A secret unfolds. And another.
Maggi for breakfast. Maggi for lunch. Maggi langar. Egg butter salt. Amateur cooks. Omelette. Yum.
Jump in pool. Pool small. Some people big. Law of displacement. Who cares? Water fight!
Volleyball. Stunts. Dives. Scares. Photos. Photos. More photos.
Inflatable float. Lie on float. Pepsi in hand. Bask in sun. Close eyes. Dream. Open eyes. Coconut trees. White clouds. Blue sky. Wow.
Capris. Sunglasses. Chappals. Hat. Venture out. Village lanes. Charming homes. Fragrance of the earth. Not a leaf stirs. The world is green.
Beach is blue. Sand golden. High tide. Clear waters. Chappals in hand. Feet in foam. Walk.
Finding shells. Collecting them. Borrowing bikes. Cycling into the sunset.
Night sky clear. So many stars. Joining the dots. There’s Orion. And there’s…shooting star! Clench eyes shut. Make wish. Exhale.
Too many people. Too few beds. So what? Lie down. Touch. Shoulders elbows knees. Wiggle. No place to move. Don’t want to move. What too many people?
Think. Feel. Bond. Say. Do. Smile. Remember.
Life. As good as it gets.
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