Today has turned to tomorrow. It has been a long day, now a routine of sorts. Started at six and had a stint of work at the office, then college till three and back to the office. The joy of knowing that Pavi made it through CISA and EnY kept me going. She deserves every moment of happiness and pride she feels as she has worked her soul inside out to achieve this today.
Tomorrow, now today, has memories, nice memories, of nice times. But i will think about that tomorrow, just to add a Scarlett O' Hara touch. Today was a day of heights. After the fiasco at the office, i had to fix, i shut it down, i shut everything else down and i left for a celebration.
Pavi's celebration of what life held in store. We sat there, on the 13th Floor, with all of bangalore spread out before us, the lights of Mantri Altius, UB city, Koshy's flickering signboard, the lights of vehicles passing by, MG road sprawling out down below. The sky was perfect, the moon hidden in a thick sheet of cloud and the light all fuzzing out in a bug halo through the layers. Then the rain, like magic, danced her drizzle. She poured down and we sat there soaking up the raindrops and watched their descent in the hazy light.
The evening was splendid, the things that was said in not just words, the smiles and the laughter, everything a celebration. Absolute laugh riot madness and crazy hysteria, all the way. To life and living, to Pavi and soul mates.
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