Strangers To Friends

Few old friends, few new people and I

Like chain links kept free.

People with new faces

Pleasantly welcomed me at different places.

Long distance were shortened by our talks,

Talks in disguise were building blocks.

Trek to the Double Living Root Bridge

Had about 3k stairs - each of height 4 inch.

At the destination, our legs became wobbly

And our empty stomachs started making noise slowly.

The villagers were kind and good,

They gave us food and we had it as if it were a loot.

Under the bridge, the river was shallow

We sat soaking our feet as the fish were kissing us hello.
We played with water like school kids
Chain links inched closer bit by bit.

The next stop was Mawsmai Cave

There also we let the school kids behave.

Made our way in the dark

A head collision made a laughter spark.

Singing, chatting, laughing we went back.

In our hotel, we played cards back to back.

Next day we were at the Bangladesh border,

Interacted with and learnt stories from a soldier.

Both sides had same soldiers in different uniform,

We salute their love for the countries they are born.

Our journey took us to Dawki's Umngot,

Clear water makes it a tourist spot.

We took our boats

And stopped by big river stones.

We bathed, swam and then camped

Near the river on the sand.

Bonfire, cool breeze and rum

Oh! Nothing was humdrum.

The group had a comedian, a guitarist, a fast n furious driver, a shy guy,

A poetess, two card lovers, a singer and I.

Once I had a trip

Started with strangers, ended with friends.