One of the memories I have is a friend who used to love (no, let's make that LOOOOVVVEEE) narrating ghost stories. And one time, we all sat on a cashew tree eating the fruit (yup it's a false fruit but we ate it) and Mudit held court with a blood-fermenting story. An hour or so later, two friends fell out of the tree when the punchline was delivered with a ferocious howl.
One of the memories I have is a friend who used to love (no, let's make that LOOOOVVVEEE) narrating ghost stories. And one time, we all sat on a cashew tree eating the fruit (yup it's a false fruit but we ate it) and Mudit held court with a blood-fermenting story. An hour or so later, two friends fell out of the tree when the punchline was delivered with a ferocious howl.