One moment we were talking on phone after such a long time and they drive to campus in the next couple of hours to give me a surprise. Spent the entire night talking, retracing steps to life back in the olden days. Remembering the disfunctional LED’s in the bio gas project, sanskrit with mithlesh ma’am, bhelpuri outside school and jaafry’s sir constant , guni and his tazo schemes, crush on the same girl, the fights henceforth, the naked kid on tableau, Gandhi’s four pillars, Kapoor ma’am and ansari, Ankur and his songs, simran and his constant wardrobe malfunction, the love letter, addiction to lucky ali, the badminton court with pillars between them, the exhorbitant fee, soya and samosas, durham bakery, remedial classes, get together at my house, cricket together, plundering tiffins, ‘outstanding’ students and the opportunity to take a tour,  the cramped doorways, the endless steps to class, assembly after 3 periods,  cofas and the exploits, the songs and simran’s appetite. Life has changed so much since then. It was so good to have all of it back. Just wonder, how a span of two years can leave memories forever to cherish and friends to live for.

Wishing you all the best life has to offer.