There is something about having just the right amount of alcohol that makes you sleep like a baby and awaken as fresh as a lily.

Before anyone can go AA on my ass, let me remind you folks that it was my first SNB in a loong loooong time...Maybe Cypher remembers the days when Singh, Sendu, Srivats and I used to sit and bash the churlish church going junta that food-courted after their saturday mass. It was a veritable fashion parade of sorts, I mean, accurate to the last detail, even gender identification could be ascertained only on visual and auditory input receipt, because all of them would be talking like middle-aged housewives.

The following poem was written for yours truly in compense for a story. Needless to say, I am gratified nevertheless. [the title is mine, i hope Sukanya doesn't mind]

The song of a story yet untold

O whence do I write an adventurous and wonderful story?
A tale so engaging, that entices your memory.
A story unlike any, I promise it will be
Of when the stars broke the rules and darkness met the sea.

Intrigue, tingle and enchantment
Three ingredients and more
Eager eyes will be tempted
To unfold the mystery of my lore

A story is what but a mirror
To the skeleton of my musings
Scratching the skin of my passion
A thin thread beholds every trial, every terror.

Invisible is the nature of our bond
For you relish the magic of my wand
When the light permeates into you
My story will have served its purpose too.

-- Sukanya Verma