What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?
We were in the PG canteen of our college, a few weeks ago. We sat in one of the long benches, five of us on wither side, with extra chairs at one end. An hour ago, we were watching the video of our ethnic day’s “music evening”, of us dancing. And who was there at the right time? Our very own Archana.
We laughed for a whole hour straight. Archana imitated every single one of us, at least two times, and each time we laughed harder than the last. The video itself wasn’t that funny, but she made everything funny.
By the end of our lunch break, we were wiping our eyes and holding our stomachs tight and leaning front or into someone so as to not fall off the bench.