Monsoon was on full swing . 08 coffee cups were on the table turning warm from hot , but the extraordinary loquacious girls were damn busy. GIRLS yes girls not to be called ladies today, as it seemed to them they were the same maiden’s of say class 11th , 12th . Gossips were going on and on. The house was full of their chit-chat, giggles, loud laughs etc .Nothing could stop them today from reliving their past . No, not even kids as it was fathers’ turn to take care of kids so all kids were busy with their dads. Not even husbands as they were busy with kids . Not even in-laws as it was declared a moms day out two weeks ago . Every thing was planned, all thanks to Natasha who came for a holiday from London to Chandigarh . Also credit goes to Aman who came from Dubai. Rest all were from different corners of india rather north india itself, although it was not easy to leave house chores or take a leave from office but all managed with some or the other reason. All thanks to their husbands.
The rain on that day made them remember the cricket match they played cuddling with mud, the basketball match they won. The drizzling made them remember the dance they did on their farewell. It started to be nostalgic when their thoughts were interrupted with the wow fragrance of the samosas which they gobbled in one go, and started talking and laughing about the time spent in school canteen when the money was less and the hunger was more .They were a very well known group of school and the canteen wala bhaiya ‘jagatram bhaiya’ took extra care while making samosas for the gang. While they were lost...