Our last lunch at MiCafe: The picture on the left is the renowned chicken cheese frankie Berty and Erwin are fans of. It is essentially marinated chicken and cheese wrapped inside a prata. The uninteresting sandwich is my lunch staple - mushroom and cheese if I'm having veg that day, chicken mayo if it is a non-veg day.
Clockwise from top left: Mehul, Anjalee, Niraj and Deepak.
The sweet girl's Taranum, the guy in black's Pranjal, and the other guy's Sumanyu the quiet giant.
Almost seems like yesterday
that we were flying paper planes
unleasing inner divas at drama class
and at Chhota molding clay.
Almost seems like yesterday
that we watched the sunrise from the Champa yard
sharing laughs and obscene jokes
amidst Ben Harper and cigarette smoke.
Almost seems like yesterday
that you taught me how to dance
throwing chapattis and tons more silly moves
drunken prancing was never such a hoot.
Alas yesterday has come and gone
And many tomorrows await
Thank you for the wonderful memories
Perhaps we'll meet again someday.
So my bags are almost packed, and we will drag our lazy asses down to the mess at 8:30 a.m. for one last authentic MICA breakfast - butter toast and chai.
And come 10 a.m., it's goodbye Silveroak, goodbye CCC buddies, goodbye MICA, and hello Mumbai.
Just for the record, I have shipped back an astounding 42kg worth of stuff (of which Erwin's books probably made up 8kg). Cost us a total of S$380, which really ain't that bad!
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