4 years back or just yesterday. A fragmented and disjointed group of friends, a hurriedly made plan, dashing away to Rishikesh and rafting for a day! A weekend of great fun.
My friend K. Her friend S, S’s friend A. K’s other friend SB and her husband AB. And Me.
There was warmth in those first hellos. A lot of enthusiastic talks, getting to know each other and common holds in the cool shades of the tent near the Ganges.
A day of tough rafting through roaring rapids, skin peeling sun and muscle freezing cold water chanting ‘Yo baby Yo baby”. Heedlessly jumping into the muddy river from a 30 feet high cliff. Even when you are dead scared of the water.
Sunset among the low hills, sitting near the river bank, aching muscles, lazy laughter, lots of booze and rolled up ciggies. Nobody can ever get a higher high than this!
4 years hence, the rapids of the Ganga have calmed down and the roars become less deafening. The group has become as fragmented and disjointed as before.
Time and life sails by. But that one single high remains and still holds us together!
2 comments:
Nostalgic. And it only gets nostalgic when fragmented and disjointed I guess :)
Ya Sameer. I dont think that high can be repeated now!!
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