Almost after a year and a half, Kitson had been back to Oxford. It was a wonderful day fun filled not only with him, but also with another friend of mine, my UG college mate Dhanvanth. Kitson and Dhanvanth had brought one more friend of them, Swathi. She is very cute, short and photoholic.. She is like men in disguise. Has all the traits of a typical girl but projects everything in a guy's manner. It was the first time I met her day before yesterday. At first we had a generic type of greets and regards shared among us (with little hesitance) and we had a nice lunch prepared by (Of course) me. Later, as the time goes the little barrier between us has gone without notice. We were like good old friends as Kitty and Dhanu. Its very odd for me to get attached to any acquittance in a short span of time. It happened with very few before. She is also one of such kind. Here I must mention that she has a very immense talent of describing a story. She is a good narrator and she is in damn wrong study course. If Mr. Mani Ratnam's fate is good, then he will surely pick her up as his assistant. I think this is fairly enough to please her. Any reward for this post can be generously shared by Dhanu & Kitty. I, with my consent knowledge giving them my share of gratitude for getting me introduced to her. First our plan was to visit the nearby Blenheim Palace, since we were running short of time, we cancelled and were roaming on the streets of Oxford. Then we thought of punting. Starting by 6 pm, along the bank of river Thames, we four of us had hired a peddling boat, in which Dhanvanth was a Captain who has the steering power on his left hand and an useless (sorry, nothing to offend any one here in person with intention) sight seeing creature on his right. Actually, its not like she didn't put any effort to move the boat, unfortunately she can't reach the peddle of the boat. If it was a luxury cruise with movable seat, then I am damn sure that she alone enough to peddle it for the whole enjoyable evening. Anyway, as the Britain's weather was very graceful on us and the Sun that never goes behind the clouds to take rest, we had a great photo shoot and made few clashes with our fellow boat mates. Meanwhile, Swathi was obsessed on admiring a professional roarer and Dhanu has discovered a new age Tarzan, who was roaring a boat for his lady love. After an hour, our punt returned safe to the place where it was taken without any damage. Next spot was Oxford castle, where we spent some lovely time chatting, pulling Swathi's leg, got punished and totally exhausted for a day. Now its a time for dinner, looking for almost all the Indian eat outs in Oxford and finally entered into Kebab Kid. Had a relishing supper where Kitty was forgiven for all his pranks he played on that day. Returned to home by half eleven, since Dhanvanth was very tired and sleepy, they planned to stay here overnight and start by early morning next day. After deciding to stay back, we were cherishing our old memories and become a gossip mongers till early morning three O'clock. They started by seven after few hours of sleep, only because she had an interview for part time by afternoon. On the whole it was a lovely day, spent nicely and remembered deeply forever!!!
