Cold hands, Warm memories

Its starting to get cold at nights here in Gurgaon/Delhi nowadays. Just sometime back when I was riding a bike, my hands almost froze from the chilly winds beating against it. I must get some gloves.

Anyways, these cold hands brought back a lot of memories. Those first year nights when we used to burn wood every night outside Bansal’s room. All those nights at ANC trying to warm the ice cold hands holding a warm cup of coffee/tea (we did not generally have money for more stuff) after returning from the Bio Labs or after a movie with Rahul and Thax, or my wingies. Psenti sem. Those fire burning sessions in the QT. And many more. Sometimes I wish I was still in Pilani. I wish things were the same.