A Night of Nostalgic Nebula: #WriteTribeProblogger #WriteBravely #FridayFictioneers
Saturday, 5:46 A.M.: I haven’t slept a wink. The receding moon is gaping at me blankly. Well, it was a decadent night of drinking and dancing, on the River Mandovi. A night that also brought back memories from the yesteryears: of Rahul and I. When we had chatted on the same deck; till the wee hours of the morning, trying to drown our attraction in pints of beer. But, with no success. Last night Rahul arrived with…