The stolen shot glasses

The winter refuses to end. It gets warm for a couple of days, I declare that winter has finally come to an end, and what do I wake up the next morning? Ahh! It has rained again, so crawl under your blankets people. This touch and go winter game, has caught up with me. Unable to go to work, I decide to work on my blog today.

I was going through my older blog posts and came across one called Clutter, where I talk about how all the clutter/junk we have in our lives is not non-sensical junk but actually tidbits of memories, each telling us a different story. This post reminded me of a very sweet story, that I think deserves it's own post. So here it goes.

I call it "The stolen shot glasses". I think it was my 4th year and I was hanging with a couple of my friends. It was the four people, three of us dual degree students and were always neck deep in assignments and labs and projects and whatnot. Chemical engineering put a serious damper in our college lives!  So yeah, one night, it was my friend's 21st birthday and the four of us went out to celebrate. We went to one of our favorite places nearby, which by the way, serves amazing mashed potatoes!



We had a jolly time, got ourselves really drunk! Our college was in Goa, so you get it. I won't bore you with the details of the celebration. That particular day I remember we had a lot of shots! Towards the end, I remember saying that the shot glasses there were very pretty and started playing with them. Cut to end of the night, we are all back in college, having successfully passed the guard's suspecting eyes. To my surprise, when we came back, the other three idiots had "picked" one up for me! And I still have those glasses with me, they are sitting on my mantel. Every time I look up at my shelf and see them, they remind of that story and make me smile!

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