Do you remember writing a "My Family" essay as a kid ?? I certainly do... There are 4 members in my family - my father, my mother,me and my younger sister .. lol .. common start line !!! The school essays came n went and my concept of family began to expand. My friends became part it and as the friend circle grew, I began to have multiple families; each one as special and as mad as my immediate family. My stint in Bangalore got me a hostel family, a post hostel family and a very very special PHAT family...
A super co-incidence that our name initials spelled PHAT; it couldn't get better than that now. It is amazing how each of us found the other and suddenly this little group of 4 was my escape into a world of ridiculous stories, unlimited laughter, interesting anecdotes and some super dinners. The enthu-cutlets that we are, we ransacked Zomato for our monthly secret dinner. I say secret because at max 4 people apart from us knew of our dinner plans and SOMETIMES had the privilege of joining us. Yes yes, you were the privileged few !!! It is the family you would love to have... the non judgemental, open minded, full of love (and hugs) types; we cribbed, we whined, we drank, we ate, we bitched, we swore, we drank, we ate , we put out our opinions and laid out ideas and what else.. umm.. oh ya, we drank n we ate. Our conversations never end, they spill over to Facebook and whatsapp.
Professional lives intertwined at different times but this was our secret and it still remains so. There is no proof of our secret meets and people know almost nothing about how we connect... My secret gang of super heroes !!!
