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Rooftop memories

One of my favourite places in Bombay to chill with my friends, is my friend PU's terrace in Andheri.

Located in one of the quiet by lanes of Lokhandwala, it's the perfect place to just be. I love going up there on starry summer nights with a cool breeze and three people without whom life would be incomplete.

Lying back, talking, gossiping, sharing secrets, drinking, stuffing ourselves with french fries from McDonald's, it's a place that only holds the best of memories for me.

It's magical being there and watching planes fly by. Trying to figure out where they're going, the routes they're taking, making up elaborate stories about the people within. All the while content and listening to soft giggles and whispers. Chuckles and swear words. Drawing comfort from the silence, knowing that we don't need words to communicate.

Sharing every little thought I've had. The best and the worst without fear of judgment. Bad jokes, good conversation and terrible leg-pulling.

Four years of wonderful friendship.

P.S: This is my 200th post and I can't think of a better way to commemorate it than with this post.


Nu said…
congratulations on your 200th ! YAY !

You just mentioned Andheri and I was taken back to the memory lanes.. I think it's about Mumbai everywhere that the memories are so clear in our hearts and minds :)

Good Luck with your friendships and write more...
Sankoobaba said…
!!congrats!!!200!!! great !!!

nostalgia.... works better than drugs/alcohol
Titaxy said…
congrats on the 200th dear...

nice post :-)
Homecooked said…
Congrats on your 200th :) You mentioning Lokhandwala brought back fond memories. Its unbeleivable how that small lane manages to pack up one of the best food joints and shopping in Bombay! Loved hearing about your memories. Cherish them :)
Sunshine said…
yay to the 200th! :)

yup i think some of the best memories are those of good conversations had with bestest buds! :)
phatichar said…
Congratulations! Wonderful post... :-)
Bhaski said…
We can't enter PU's terrace after 8pm anymore!
*curses stupid society rules!

and I feel we should break them after reading this post!

BTW congrats for the 200th post!
Mynie said…
I know what you're talking about. I miss the starry, breezy nights too. :-(
Psych Babbler said…
Congratulations on the 200th! Nice post and nice blog you have here...
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Nu: Thank you. And yes, Mumbai truly is the city of my heart.

@ Sankoobaba: Haha. I'd have to agree.

@ Titaxy: Thank you.

@ Homecooked: True, some of the hole-in-the-wall places are much better than any five star joints.
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Sunshine: Definitely. They're the ones that linger the longest.

@ Phattichar: Thankies.

@ Bhaski: I know! PU should be the secretary.

@ Mynie: I miss you.

@ Psych Babbler: Thank you and thank you again.

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