Get me more Choglet

Uh, the reunion. Bad pictures, so those won’t be appearing anywhere. Except for this one.
The feeling is slipping away, but there was so much I wanted to write about while they were happening.
It was a beautiful sunny day, glorious really, more charming because I am either asleep or in office or at home when this happens. The campus is very manicured and is perhaps a good thing. Yes, it is good to have clean grounds and green grass to lay down on, as I suppose is the giant entrance at Bengal Lamp, but well, it’s new, is all.
Somewhere towards the middle of Bibek’s band’s playing, I realised I was more relaxed than I had been the whole day, that I felt the way I did in college. Great comfort, knowing that there was no reason to question your presence here. Bibek’s harsh voice and Sujoy’s seamless singing, the mandolin played on. I speak like I know them, I don’t, except of stories I’ve heard from friends, but surely you can speak of what you loved with some familiarity? And then there was a time, when two ex-students, who had been in a relationship, hummed along to Mirna Guha’s song. And the rhythm of their heads shaking to the music was the same, though they didn’t look at each other much. I wondered then what we had started out with and what we had today was different, sometimes so far away.
And when you are that relaxed, you want a body to lay back against or somebody to laugh with, old, known jokes and uncontrolled laughter. I missed Oli. It was one of those moments, when things seem as if through a haze and you feel warmth for everyone who smiles for the same reason as you.
As I walked out of the Bengal Lamp gate, I could smell the openness I inhabited in my head once and that now it was different, and the choice had been mine and it wasn’t so bad: there is much warmth, but when you go back, you remember such longing, such desperate longing to live that way again.
And sudden kindness that I am quite certain I don’t deserve, Supriya di’s, Rimidi’s, and Dipta da. I felt so out of it for such a long time, I have, er, outsider issues.
I wish there were more people from my class. But there was Arati, Karishma, V, R, Dipta da, Ditto da. Sreetama was in the city, but dunno how, had NO idea the reunion was on. It would have been ever so nice to meet.
It makes you restless, it makes you want to leave your present and get out again. It makes you very restless, to not reach out for all that you want.