Instead of being stuck in this gray building(my home) on a hot night , I want to be stuck in a log cabin at an Indian Hill Station, probably somewhere like ooty, with my friends. Its raining outside and its cold, theres a fireplace in our cabin and couple of us are trying to get the fire going. Theres lot of coffee and tea going around, and theres some proper hot Indian finger food. We finally settle down on the sofa or the carpet or wherever we can find space. SPB is singing for us, via Suriyan FM in the background, with AR Rehman making special appearances in between. We start talking, about where life has taken us in the last 5 years since we left college, about where we wanted to go, about where we still want to go. And we have hundreds of digressions during these talks, we start to debate on topics we feel strongly about, or know nothing about. Some of us start to play cards, others are eating masala puri. I go out for a walk in the rain and couple of them joins me. Rain is replaced by cold wind and we get back before we freeze. End of Dream. Its Saturday but go back to F---in Job :(
