its so hot...the shirt's sticking to my back...AND i have fever...you cannot beat that combo...

any way, what i thought i would write about is the farewell...the PG 2 farewell...initially it was great fun...like small homely fest and stuff...and bapi keno papi was a winner all the way (are ya reading this little 'un?)

but then the evening got late...it started with Rohan's band...following Rimidi's lead everyone started dancing...including all these PG 2s...it was so incredibly sad...all those people laughing around me and dancing...they were all going their separate ways...this was the last time...the atmosphere was positively oppressive...it was so heavy....or maybe it was just me and my imagination...only i was thinking that way...i was closer to tears than anything else...everyone will go away...even me...weird, huh?