get reminded of the fun we had last Friendship Week. Yours truly came out with the idea, "Why don't we all hit the road in our pickups with no plans whatsoever on where we go...said something in the lines of "it's not the destination that's important, but the travel.” Well, everyone was sold. So we set out on our trip on the Friendship Weekend and hit the highway. It was a loud journey, 50 cents to Bon Jovi music blared...come to think of it; Steve even got some vintage Beatles along. We were on empty roads, of course, at an ungodly hour you expect the mass to stay at home with kids, but here we were having unadulterated Fun ! We equipped ourselves with a few six-packs and all the exotic bottled spirits as much as we could afford, and all the necessary cookies for the women folk (do we have a choice ?), and hit the road at around 1 o'clock in the night. After a few gulps of beer and the food, we moved around the night in the shivering cold; faced the kissing clouds, ohmigod; bliss ! We took turns to drive and visited places, we knew existed only in the map. The patrol cops pulled us over twice or thrice only to find out we were law-abiding citizens except that we were carrying along an extra-terrestrial being; Steve, of course (pun intended) ! We laid down to rest along a rough patch of a place on the dew drop adorned grass. That's the best part, we loved to roll on the grass and felt them nuzzle and prick us at places; gazing at the sky together, we as a gang, could see the first rays of light coming into the world and they suck up the dew where we are dozing and the slow evaporation of the drops would give us goosebumps and make us smile for no reason. In that world, we created at that moment, there would be these early morning birds chirping by, and the feeling of nothing that engulfs us......those were days.....!