It was a good night.

Immersing myself in the music, finally letting my hair down and chucking miserable thoughts far away in a corner. It gets more interesting when you bump into couple of old school mates on the dance floor. Decent geeky classmates whom you never thought would be caught on a dance floor.

There are people who leave a deep impression on you. Even after a decade or so, bumping into them always brings fond memories and when you converse.. It's like you've never left each other. I like that such people, such feeling.

It was a good night, almost. But you can't really make a good night when your heart wrenches and you realize despite all the fun you get, you still crave for a significant person.