An evening with a friend.

Evenings had been getting boring for quite some time. Never found out when the afternoon changed into the evening and when it was dinnertime. (Generally people find that time passes slowly when you are bored, but it works differently in my room it seems).
Going by that measure, yesterday was good; went for a run, went to the gym, got a surprise (a goddamn big one at that: Found Rutuja right at my hostel entrance. Got a minor heart attack), talked to Ghoan, worked on the Hele-Shaw cell; trying to load salt and sugar solutions into it... yeah it was pretty eventful.

Today was even nicer.
Went for a photography trip, cycled around the insti, went to the library, talked to Kartiki, ran around the SAC, one round more than yesterday, met Siraj, then, went straight to H3.
The nice thing about friends is that they don't care what you are packaged in. You go in sweaty, dirty Tshirts and scruffy shorts, you are still welcome. Infact welcome with a smile. He puts away his work to talk. And listen. And infact, listen attentively. You havent met in a long time, so he asks about you, what you have been doing all this while, what you will be doing. He tells you his side of the story of life, what he's been doing all this while. He talks very animatedly about decompilation and the non-trivialities of decompilers. He knows you wouldnt be knowing too much about it, but he still knows that you love to hear new ideas.He listens to your ideas and crazy brainwaves and smiles as if to say "Hehe this is so typically YOU."
The music changes and a beautiful song comes on, he wants to make you hear it. He doesnt bother about whether you like it or not, the point here is that you should hear it, if you like it, its an added bonus. You suggest a song, and that too is appreciatively heard, lyrics read, to make sure he gets the words right. Sad songs dont seem so sad when they're heard in such a nice company. They just feel awesome. You discuss about the nicest songs you've heard, mentally making a note of what to pick off the LAN when you reach the room.
He suggests dinner in his hostel. Yeah, thats nice, you can talk longer. So you do. You can crib about bad profs, appreciate good profs, hear anecdotes about those stupid profs. You can talk with your mouthful, drink straight from the jug, no problems. Friends accept you as you are.
It's been a long long time since I felt so good after meeting a friend. Quite happy today, though I hate this stupid cold and bouts of sneezing that I have. Thanks for the evening, Sangram :)