Spent the evening buying clothes for myself because I need them for work now. Not just sitting at home these days you know, got a job and everything. I thought that I’d have to go alone though, as my always-always there baby isn’t here anymore and friends were either busy, studying or not answering. Finally one of my two gujju homeboys came to my rescue. Did that. Got happy. Met up with another friend. Hung out at Carters. Bumped into some other friends. Had a shwarma and some momo’s for dinner. Wrapped up. Went home. Was getting bummed out that Saturday night was closing at 11. That’s when one of my original G’s came and bailed me out. OG Home-slice 4eva. High times. Fun times. Sunday at home. Catching up on the weeks load of sleep. Heading out the club now. Pre-gaming. And then the blueFrog. Bass Camp IV. And then it’s going to be done.
21 was crazy year. It was like no other. Can never be replaced ever. College ended. Hung out for a YEAR. Biggest chill session ever. Spent a beautifully high summer. Did Goa twice in the same year for the first time ever. One was a couples trip, first time ever.
Did a 2-week Baner trip for the first time ever. Got a full time job for the first time ever. Didn’t take it up. Got hospitalized for the first time ever. Got Malaria for the first time ever. And got it for the second and third time too! Did nothing for days, for the first time ever. Quit smoking hard cigarettes for the first time ever. Bid my baby farewell, actually not the first time ever. Freelanced, for the first time ever. Let go of a home for the first time ever. Bye Baner. You will be remembered forever. Growing up now.
Had a brilliant year. 21 was awesome. I wish it could last a li’ll longer, but that’s not possible. It’s all good.
Wouldn’t have done it any other way.