THE GRAPES ARE SOUR
The grapes are sour.. It has been about nearly 10 years I left my college and my hostel and left my darling city Mumbai. After finishing college, I had to leave my hostel because we could live there just for one-degree course. Therefore, I left hostel. After leaving hostel and college, everyone got busy with their own lives. I was in regular touch with my hostel friends. We use to go on trips once in every six months. I was so busy with making something out of my life that I had lost touch of all my college friends. I had a best friend at college. She was a very kind and sweet girl. In my transit in life, I never had the luxury of giving her a call and have a chat with her. She was married now and settled. I thought of giving her a surprise giving her a call. I did a little detective work getting in touch with other friends and getting her recent number. She had named me, “Headache”. I was a huge headache to her. She always complained about me being late for outings, unkempt shab