The coconut grove chronicles

Its interesting how people connect with each other at so many intimidating, different levels. Some of my connections have happened while trying to teach myself French in the company of lukewarm latte in a cafe quite outlandishly named after ‘a brief spell of sex’. Some other have happened during the intervals between quality soul-searching me-times and bored drags of chilled smoke.

Well, I met a techie turned photographer junkie a long time back. One thing led to another and we discovered a burning passion for chilled, draught beer in the open. We met up, at Coconut Grove, and started what hopefully will translate to a voluminous read called ‘The cononut grove chronicles’:-)

And what levels do we connect on? In his words..”politics, roads, auto, auto drivers!! and everything under the sun…amen” Kinda traffic-centric me thinks:-)

Here’s to a wonderful twenty-sixth, my friend! glug…glug…burrrp!