Flat no B-12, Ranjit Heights...

The other day Akash, my ex-roommate called up in the evening and said that he was not well and wanted me and gaurav to come to his place asap. We rushed immediately and found out that he was burning with fever.. We immediately picked him up and brought him to our place. And the moment he stepped in he started feeling better..
That time I realised that I was not the only one who was attached with people to such an extent.. Even he was.. and that too with us... It felt simply great..

These were my first room-mates ever in my life and we instantly developed a sort of kinship amongst ourselves... Be it playin the guitar, sipping tea at 3 in the night in the parking, free calling from akash's Huawei... God that name is weird, blaming each other over who left the milk outside (i know it silly) and what not... :-)

The place was magical despite the heap of newspapers in the hall, an eclectic collection of footwear, pigeons in the loo.. :-D :-D....
The most noticeable thing about that place was that there used to be at-least 6-7 people in the house at any given time.. Thats when we realised the importance of people in life.. You really get very few people in life who love you... They are really special and you should not lose them..

I hope Akash has realised that too by now and would want to join us back in our new house.. I can see the chaos already... :-D