Yet another ordinary Monday, on
the crowded streets of Thamel and I go observing everything around me.
I am walking and viewing
everything taking place near to me.
I made myself comfortable on the
plastic chair at BK’s chips, sipped the Nepali masala tea and each piece of
the fries just made me write something about everything that was taking place around me.
I saw four young guys gathered on the next table…young and full bright smiles, I
heard the laughter’s and their jokes that grabbed my attention. I Looked at the and remembered
my days with my good friends in the same place and almost the same surrounding but
the time has changed. Laughing out loud
without caring what the people are going to think and say, this is what I call
a bond of friends. Counting each wrinkled note and coming up to the
bill to pay together happens always…
I remember my days with friends. somewhere down the line,I
badly miss those amazing days when a note of hundred rupees brought million dollars
of good times together.
