Triple riding, one beer to drink At the empty real estate by The highway. The papadi, pickle sachet And other cheap snacks And lots of laughs in the Dead of the night. Light drizzle, and then food At Rajasthan dhaba. Meaningless talks, euphoric Recollection of memories In a loud voice. Heading back at 2 am with a Backache, tired eyes and Sweaty disgust of summer. Hating your steamed-up little Room, spreading a mat on The terrace in haste and falling Asleep in the moonlight. That sounds like a perfect Transition of the evening Into night.