And the last few days of wait...
Dear Pati, As you guzzle down that huge pitcher, Of exquisite chilled bavarian beer, Don't forget your sulking friends back here, It's 2nd October, a dry day my dear! If here, you'd call up all your friends, A day before, some last minute attempts, And then a frenetic search for liquor, It's 2nd October, a dry day my dear! Together you'd hop from shop to shop, Collecting bottles at every stop, With utter delight, it calls for a cheer, It's 2nd October, a dry day my dear! As if there wouldn't be tomorrow to drink, Such imprudent boys, with nothing to think, Inanely popping bottles there and here, It's 2nd October, a dry day my dear! A land where Gandhi never walked upon, Therein today you drink with aplomb, You forget how we celebrate his birthday here? It's 2nd October, a dry day my dear! How many pounds up do you stand today? With so much of beer, how much do you weigh? Can I still hold you in my arms? I fe...