Some lines were crossed, barriers broken, bonds formed and confessions made. Most importantly, after over a year in a new city, strong lines of trust and friendship have been forged.
Memories of this weekend shall always be hazy, colorful, with a tint of guilt and a mixture of happiness, loneliness and conversations interrupted by bouts of laughter.
Bombay might be the city of dreams after all.
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Being tagged in this post, and being there that day means a lot to me. I kinda knew what it would be about when I read it on fb ;)
Really, really sweet, Raveenay.
-rhea
nice photography!
@ Rhea - Not just that day. You were around on both days! :)
@ Sam - I didn't click that. That's something I flicked off the internet.
But since you mentioned it, guess what my next post is going to be.
To my dearest raviney,
Strange thing, all this. Would never've guessed at the beginning of college that things would be this way. Soooo awesome. :)
I love change some times.
Big pink gay hearts,
Niki D
Sometimes, Big pink gay hearts is all you need. And some friends to watch the rainbow with! :)
Woooowww all the sweetnesses!!
-rhea
Do I get something if I guess right? :P
It was a rhetorical question. I want my gift first. GIVE!
I'm getting more clues from more people these days that Bombay might be the city of dreams, after all. I shall try spending some time, sometime, in your city.
Lovely,lovely pic~!!
ET - With the right err... substances, yea, it's a pretty cool place! ;)
Jadis - I flicked it off the internet! :P
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