Memories from Dalma — A Reunion in the Wild [concluding]
Memories from Dalma — A Reunion in the Wild Part-III Night descended lazily over Dalma. Under the full-moon sky, the entire landscape glowed in silver, and the Dalma range stood like a silent guardian. A few playful deer even ventured close enough to peek into our cottage, as if curious about the four city-dwellers invading their peaceful domain. Shambhu, the restaurant boy, had arranged a dining table right inside my room. The four of us sat with glasses of Scotch in hand, and before long the years began to melt away. The spirited debates between Jaga and Souti and the trademark quirky arguments from Panja felt exactly like our engineering-college evenings of forty years ago. True, the script now calls us “responsible individuals” and not the jackass students we once were, but the sentiments swirling in that little room unmistakably belonged to those carefree days of youth. It was as though the moonlit hills outside had opened a little doorway to the past, letting our memories s...
