I love weekend trips. Period. I love the fact that they hardly need any planning and give me a break from the regular hum drum. Of late actually just hanging out with a couple of frnds and talking has been gr8 but a change of scenery is always welcome. Actually dhoondnewale ke to hazaron bahaane mil akte hain. My dear frnd of two years (my namesake) was gonna leave us all n so was made the grand (and mind you it was the 1st successful plan) of visiting and surprising her at DahanuDahanu can be described in three words, beach, beach and again the beach. Getting there was easy enuf with the ample Gujarat bound trains, and we chose to start early. Wonder of all wonders every1 was on tym n so we set out,with the weather being all wet n wonderful (haa……….the monsoons),with the six of us on the upper berths hoping our combined weight wudnt displace our faith in the strength of iron benches. Two years of passing vijaynagar in a bus has trained my eye for the occasional bhojpuri poster ,which I promptly spotted pasted outside the station, which quite literally was very unlike anything u wud expect in Mumbai.the poster by the way was of “Pyaasa Bhootraj”(mental note made for future games of dumb charades).After our gift to her was prepared n, we set out to her place ,but as luck wud have it, we bumped into her on the way. Thankfully surprised, she invited us to her place.
After which my mango starved hostel frnds got to savour wat was probably the season’s last mangoes. By this tym however we had only one thng on our minds, and that was clean, clear unending sea .we set out to the 2nd beach(described as the beach for “sophisticated ppl only” by my frnd) the minute I laid my eyes on it ,I knew I cud just spend hours doing absolutely nothing other than just stare at the humungous waves beckoning any courageous being to plunge in to them. But then, that cud be done sum other tym. This was the time to completely immerse ourselves into the water and act like a couple of toddlers.Perhaps ,as it was probably the last tym the eight of us wud be together with no restrictions of tym or studies,every1 was in super high spirits. The thing is u can only get wet to a certain degree and then u just dnt care. Those 3 hrs in the water were absolute joy and ecstacy even tho they basically consisted of dropping each other in the salty water ,dancing and making a complete fool of ourselves in front of the locals, singing stupid songs and just sitting in the water under the sky which was completely over cast and grey giving it a completely surreal feeling, the kind u have in one of those moments which seem to just go on and stay with u forever even tho u dnt have any photos or videos to prove tht they happened. Sitting there in tht garbage less beach with 7 of the best of my frnds with the waves cuming and literally moving us was just fantastic.This was not however sufficiently appreciated by my maid who had to remove the kilos of sand which just refused to get out of my pants. The day ended for us at 3 nxt morning.The nxt day just flew by with hot cups of tea and coffee, sum rain (finally!!!!) and loads of idle gossip. And it was tym 2 go.The beach is always fun,but this tym it was extra special.This is especially dedicated to the person who ill miss so much in the cuming year. The person who completely epitomized the word fun,n truly bought a smile on the darkest of days.Mansi.
After which my mango starved hostel frnds got to savour wat was probably the season’s last mangoes. By this tym however we had only one thng on our minds, and that was clean, clear unending sea .we set out to the 2nd beach(described as the beach for “sophisticated ppl only” by my frnd) the minute I laid my eyes on it ,I knew I cud just spend hours doing absolutely nothing other than just stare at the humungous waves beckoning any courageous being to plunge in to them. But then, that cud be done sum other tym. This was the time to completely immerse ourselves into the water and act like a couple of toddlers.Perhaps ,as it was probably the last tym the eight of us wud be together with no restrictions of tym or studies,every1 was in super high spirits. The thing is u can only get wet to a certain degree and then u just dnt care. Those 3 hrs in the water were absolute joy and ecstacy even tho they basically consisted of dropping each other in the salty water ,dancing and making a complete fool of ourselves in front of the locals, singing stupid songs and just sitting in the water under the sky which was completely over cast and grey giving it a completely surreal feeling, the kind u have in one of those moments which seem to just go on and stay with u forever even tho u dnt have any photos or videos to prove tht they happened. Sitting there in tht garbage less beach with 7 of the best of my frnds with the waves cuming and literally moving us was just fantastic.This was not however sufficiently appreciated by my maid who had to remove the kilos of sand which just refused to get out of my pants. The day ended for us at 3 nxt morning.The nxt day just flew by with hot cups of tea and coffee, sum rain (finally!!!!) and loads of idle gossip. And it was tym 2 go.The beach is always fun,but this tym it was extra special.This is especially dedicated to the person who ill miss so much in the cuming year. The person who completely epitomized the word fun,n truly bought a smile on the darkest of days.Mansi.
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hey 4 ur hostel frnds tat was not d first mangoes n d last one were at home....yummy...yummy
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