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VELAS REVISITED...!!

This one is for only those special ones...Reliving those beautiful moments shared with you....!!

A journey which was to give 48 hours of complete life,
A little hustle bustle at the onset was not a lot of strife
The stess melted on the tongue with a yummy five star,
"Gabbar Gabbar, where's my gift ?" were voices reaching near and far

The chill, the thrill, the breeze had driven the sleep away,
Though eager we were for the destination, but content on the way!
Call him 'T2' or call him 'Drunk', we discussed for a while
His existence threatened, for people fought over amphibian or reptile..!

We found our way back, accompanied with music from hens,
Surprising it was, among us, they found long lost frenz..!! ;)
The fort stood tall and silent, in all its past glory,
The winds did the talking, telling us its proud story...

For that 'bhindi' and 'aam ki chutney', one can renounce the earth,
That food was 'salvation', beyond life and birth.
Each footprint ahead and each footprint that we left behind,
Were not just marks on the sand, but memories imprinted forever on my mind.

The sun kept watching, we played all eve with mirth and glee,
Then we kept watching, as the sun went down in the lap of  the sea.
Saw 'T2' on the screen, we were drenched and dripping,
the torch light showed us way, reached backed tossing and tipping..

Sky was clear, constellations shining bright,
Stars and the sea together, it was a beautiful night !
Took away the pain , it lightened our hearts,
The sea washed it all, it meant a fresh new start...

T1 to T14, it was indeed a lucky sight,
Early to bed and early to rise was hence proved right..!
Short though it was, we enjoyed the ferry ride,
Making memories together, walking side by side.!

Joined hands in devotion, prayed for those loved by us,
With Mango Dollies in our hands, we sat in the bus.
Govinda, Sunil and Mithun were the ones to top the list,
Other passengers 'too happy' were clenching their fists..;)

It was coming to an end, I asked time to stand still,
But we had to part ways, for sure against our will !
These words by far, are too small to measure those days,
Its just an effort, those moments gone, and I WISH TO CHASE..!!

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