Mumbai...

Well...I've been in Mumbai since Tuesday and things have been slow...

Work isn't being completed according to schedule and no amount of throwing tantrums will help at this time.
It is warm.

It puts me in a bad and lazy mood...

Technically, I'm out of articles on Friendship for now.
I'm still bugging people and hope to get through the full month's quota somehow...

I had hoped it would've been slightly easier to get the month's quota together but short of harassing people, it is going to be tough.
However, I still soldier on...

As such, any articles that come in now, will be put up whenever they come.

I just had a nice evening out with friends from college and a good dinner at the Noodle Bar...
I've bugged some of them to write. Hope it works out...

Yesterday though, as I poked around some of the rubbish lying around my room here, I found an old diary of mine from the TYBA days... when a poetic bug had caught me somewhat...
Below, you have a poem I wrote, inspired by the same friends I was at dinner with tonight.

The setting: a friend's farmhouse outside of Thane. New Year's Eve. There is no electricity.
We sat around a bonfire, singing and this resulted...a little later...

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This doesn't have a title. So if anyone can suggest one, I will consider it...

Under the canopy
Of a starlit night,
A flame burns
Bold and bright.
Offering warmth -
A welcome respite
- From darkness
And Winter's bite.

A group of friends sits
Huddled together,
Hoping these moments
Last forever.
These memories they want
To cherish and remember;
Till Life's last breath
And dying ember.