party lights at madh

the dancefloor in the silence before the party

drove alone on a dark road listening to rachmaninoff to prajna's celebration party. the music took on new meaning..

a lot of people from her class were there including amit, mayuri, prasad, hasnain and a bunch of others from various years before and after her batch- ateya, saachin 'boytoy', sonal shah, nilesh, yogita..

prajna's batch was the class that i got closest to in the years that i have taught at krvia- perhaps too close is what many would say. i cant help but be attached to all of them. to see them yesterday night partly out of school gaining paunches and becoming older was strangely sad and beautiful at the same time. felt like giving them all one large collective hug.

after a while the others slept in weird positions on floors or on the one existing bed, or spoke 'deep thoughts' into the night with the pink floyd soundtrack that seems to emerge at the end of each party. thats when i left in a rachmaninoff drive back home and slept.

'deep thought' expressed in a conversation last night: 'some people you love you cant talk to, others you can talk to but you cant love.' true?