Always, Always, Always a Host!

Hosting coffee parties every fortnight was my forte until a few weeks ago. I won't be bragging if I say that I make the best coffee at least in my home town. I mean it and my friends will vouch for that.

Every other day, the idea of partying at my place with pizzas and coffee(weird combination, I know!) would make it to one their heads and they, in turn, would make their way to my home..

I expected to miss all of that once I moved to Delhi, an unfamiliar place where I hardly knew anyone. But, who was to predict the future. As days passed by, I made friends. After having lived at home with Mum and Dad for more than to decades, I had to move out. I had to see the world, I had to be on my own.

I also knew, with my stay at my Home Sweet Home, the era of endless treats and treats to self-invited guests( :D) had come to an end.

As I made friends, I found myself inviting them over to tiny Momos treats and being invited to my own room for Pizza parties(self-invited guests again)! As fate would have it, I found myself being a host to weird parties again.

I do not know how to cook, I can barely make fine Maggi! But, even as I sat among a bunch of people, who were strangers a few months ago, I had found friends in a new city. And I had found myself again, a host at heart, a host in Gwalior, a host again!