As I told Effe this morning, every time I visit her is better than the last.
I hopped over to Bangalore on Friday to spend three days with Effe and the Man-Friend. It's been a year since I had seen them, and the Guy is away and I'm alone on weekends, so I didn't hesitate when they asked me.
I had been planning to sight-see a bit this time, finally. I'd been hoping Effe and I would go around the city and see some of old Bangalore instead of just the pubs and restaurants we otherwise visit. We'd planned to visit Bannerghatta National Park. I had hoped for one of the plays or performances Effe is always raving about. And a long walk in Bangalore's awesome weather. And of course, long long conversations with Effe as we catch up on each other's lives.
But I did none of that, except the last. What I did instead was watch movies, eat till I was stuffed, drink copious amounts of alcohol, smoke so much that Effe felt the need to warn me, and generally behaved like I was playing truant from school.
I finally got to watch Peepli Live, with the Man-Friend, while Effe put in a couple of hours at work. I loved the movie, but have nothing more to say about it than what has already been said by my betters. Except that I loved the cinematography, and the shots of Delhi at the end. (Oh, was that a spoiler? Haven't you watched the movie yet? Sorry, Guy.)
It made the experience better that I watched it with the Man-Friend, and could talk to him about it in the interval and didn't miss the Guy.
The Man-Friend also showed us a lovely old movie on DVD on Sunday afternoon, when we got back from lunch and I begged him to show something that would keep me awake for the next couple of hours, till it was time for me to leave.
I came home to an extremely wet city, and went to bed alone in my empty house. But I worked with more keenness than I have felt in a long time, because of this wonderful little vacation.
But I missed the rainbows.
How lovely that you could take this holiday. Nothing better really than meeting up with old friends, and doing nothing much but talking, talking, talking.
Banno: Yes, there's nothing quite like talking to an old friend. Ever since I went off to b-school, Effe and I have always stayed up one night catching up whenever we met again.
I remember talking to you on phone for hours, even on days we had classes..
there would be no "hello" required.. just a "ko..." and then there was no end.
I haven't talked to any of my girlfriends over phone for so long since then.
Maitreyee: Yeah, pity we only talk like that when we meet now. Maybe we should meet more often!
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