Nomad, the Scribbler

I got a Kiss. I would say it was a sugar kiss, from a girl for sure. Its charm isn't lifted even now, though it was a mere sms kiss. More over it was a misdirected one. I wasn't the intended recipient rather peeped into my friend's inbox and read(by mistake) the message from his love interest. Early in the morning I was woken up by a message alert tone from his mobile. I looked at the 1 message received tag that cost me my sleep. knowingly and unknowingly I opened it. Before I could realize what was happening there were kisses all over me. I thought about waking my friend and telling the account. Though he is one great friend I wasn't supposed to read that kinda stuff and content was beyond giving a realistic presentation Few hours later he darted towards me. H: Did you read any of my messages? Me(innocent face): Ya.. ..eh I saw that ..What was it? (CounterAttack is the best defense) H: Don't act. I know you have read that properly! Me: eh.. But I forgot.What was th

It was 00.00.15. Finally the time had come. We decided to move according to our ‘plan’. The conditions prevailing were perfectly fitting for the execution of anything you could call a plan - " tedious exam season ". The Plan was simple, 'a Night out'. That was the last part. To have a night ride to Buhari (a hotel in kizhakkekotta) have food from there (mutton chops was really popular back then)  and study the whole night (if possible) was the plan. The last semester exams were going on and we were having a combined study. We (me and Narayanan) started our preparations earlier than usual, two days before the exam and had every sort of frustrations doing an act we were not so used to. Someone proposed the plan and everyone seconded the idea without any second thought. Whole day went without much ado planning the night out. Obviously studying nothing.... So we set for Buhari in a bike. The signs weren’t that good.  The Bike, like any other two-wheeler in the colleg

Topics are really draining out. So I have decided to use Dumbledore's Pensieve and dwell into my past (refer Harry Potter Series, 5 onwards to know about pensieve). As I'm so blessed with a highly deteriorated memory even a pensieve can't be of much help. let me try. This is about a journey I have had, to Bangalore few months back. It was planned as a casual visit to my cousin sister's house, who has been residing there after her marriage. Since then she was asking me to go over there which I didn't do. My college life kept me busy. But as it was over and I was staying in my home, doing nothing but staring at the roof. I thought a different roof won't do much harm to my eyes. So i decided to go over there. My cousin brother Deepak was also with me. He was the one who planned the trip, booked a ticket for me and what I had to do was to sit in the bus and wait for it to reach the destination. Day One. I had always hoped that a change of place might bring s