Untold Half of the Story

Warm host, welcoming friends, karaoke, pizza, few cups of coffee, cupcakes, salad, homemade quesadilla and burritos–all these had made my weariness gone from a long convoy coming here the other day. There was feasting and chatting along with endless laughter that filled the night–a get-together happens occasionally–and oh, not when I’m in town.

I haven’t been coming up and down for almost half a year. Blame it to my isolation and languor the past six months. Thanks for the wonderful time and wonderful people. I feel dandy! This was the untold story from the first day still.