In the good ol’ days, tweet was the sound of a sparrow outside your window, the morning after. Well, the night before was something else. Today, when tweet means something else, it seems fitting to go down memory lane to the hearty party days (nights) of old.

Before rolling in the deep or dancing on the ceiling, we were rocking on the terrace top. Yes, the house terrace was the preferred venue for a party, particularly at the year-end. Chairs would be scattered all around, a two-in-one connected to box speakers, a table laid out for glasses and snacks and, of course, bottles of booze, mostly Old Monk that seemed to be everyone’s favourite tipple, except for the girls who liked shandy (beer with lemonade) or homemade wine bought from one of the aunties of the locality.