Three-hour-picnic.

Its funny what you can do when you have three hours to kill on a college day. For instance, one day seemed perfect for this.
The day started with URay's class, which is usually interesting...and next it is one of the strangest teachers who we affectionately call Razzles class. Here's the thing about Razzles. He is a very good teacher, and at least encourages debates in our class unlike our previous teacher who read out series of 'political narratives' and refused to hear out any arguements or debates and had interesting pronunciations.
However Razzles has an evil side which overshadows everything else. He takes classes relentlessly. And on this tuesday he insisted on taking three classes in one shot. This gave me goosepimples as i can't take him more than once a day.
So after his first class, there was a break luckily. So we basked in the sunny gazebo, and then I mildly suggested to Anan that we skive off Razzles next class. Anan agreed instantly, though Tani looked dubious and convinced that we were a bad influence on her. Honestly speaking, it didn't take much to convince Tani to skive off Razzles class as she was secretly dying to anyway. However Diva got trapped in the class, so in a furious series of smses, we told her to say she had a headache and skip off. (Aren't we baaaaaaaaad? ;) ) So Diva did so, and the three of us sat in the backlawns and watched random videos. Then Tani and Diva suddenly realized that they were confronted with a deadly history project-presentation and so they ran.
Anan and I were wondering what to do for three hours- as Anan had a carpool at 4. So after a crazy shooting of my weird ideas, we finally agreed to go to Dilli Hart-for the Momos.
Now here's the thing. Ever since I came to college, I have had a terrible obsession with momos. Especially non-veg momos...and Dilli Hart momos took me to the seventh heavens. In the shop, we asked for pepsi, and we were politely told to sit. Even when Anan called out for the momos, the shopkeepers seemed rather keen that we sit down.
And then the momos came.
They...were...DIVINE.
Chicken momos were so good, so delicious, that I swear both of us were lost in deep thought while eating them. And after a few minutes, we discussed another thing which was a passion for both of us- Phantom of the Opera. Phantoms and Momos. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
Then Anan took me to the Bengali shop and she bought me fish fry and mishti doi, which again transported me to cloud 9. Honestly, Abhi is right. I DO love food. :P
We returned to college, lightheaded and happy. In a exalted state we tried casting Harry Potter spells on each other, and we started laughing about Voldemort. Just as we were laughing, we saw the bush shaking, and we could hear the noise of the aeroplane.
Our imaginations went wild, and we nervously clutched each other in shock and panic for ten seconds. Then we recovered our powers of speech and burst out laughing at ourselves and our hyper imaginations.