to days gone by...

rishte toh nahi, rishton ki parchhaiyaan mile...
yeh kaisee bheed hai, bas yahan, tanhaiyaan mile...

sitting at d airport... listening to this tune made me realize the depth hidden behind the words. and made me remember & appreciate my recent work-mates. we were strangers when we met *except u, poo*, but it never felt that way.

we've all gone our different ways now, but the memories of apt 402, of d 25AED-ghanta-mona. of post mid-nite dancing. of pepsi-&-pringles. of impromptu dance sessions. of logging in to see if d other "room" has woken up. of sleeping past 5 on weekends. of maggi & frozen lunch. of MoE. of all d shopping sprees *window & otherwise*. of d shamiana/magic wok dilemma. of "hot tea" at baskins?!. of the photography sessions. of all d work-related stress. of d music & madness. to d bhai-ka-chhota-bhai AMN, to the perpetually lost, yet jolly GPS, and of course, u POO - life @ DXB wudn't rock without u guys. each of u. i mean it.

ek chhat ke tale ajnabee ho jaate hai rishte
bistar pe, chadaron se chhup, so jaate hai rishte.
dhoondhe se bhi inmein nahi garmaiyaan mile...

here's to u all. for having become my frenz in a world where fr'ship is just another F word! for making life warm & fun in cold & trying times! hope we stay in touch.

cheerz!