I smile as I think back about the last seven days. It was a trip where bro code reigned strong, where we boys wanted to keep sitting with boys in the cars (some even going and sitting 15 mins in advance so that their seat wasn’t hadpo-ed by a girl ;)).
Like every trip some of them were extroverts, some introverts. We are all different, but there was some strong bond that pulled all of us together. When one waiter bhaiya said no to me that they did not have Pepsi, Yash ran to his bag and pulled out one bottle, and said “I already got one for you”, and we high fived. Often when the cars stopped for breaks, some of us boys got down and kept walking on the mountain, chattering away with each other.
It was a trip where boys sang emotional songs at the top of their voices with and to each other; a trip where five boys held each and cried when one and then another shared some emotionally painful stories from their lives.
When shy Kshitij was coaxed and cajoled to dance, four boys stood behind him as background dancers and danced along, cheering, laughing and supporting him.
This isn’t to take away any credit from the girls. They were awesome, super caring, warm, and always up for adventure. This is just an ode to the boys for the bond we all shared.
