QUirks..as i call it!

The strangest thing happened today, maybe its just the way I look at things nowadays or maybe the course my life has taken is what it was actually meant to be.

There are times in one's life when we forget all the good that we do and just remember those times when maybe we weren't at our best... such times are so rare that they actually tend to move people like me to tears (not very difficult nowadays, but well.. ).
Today was one such day for me... Staying along isn't all that easy but feeling helpless about it kinda sucks big time. It is even harder to admit that you have been wrong all along about yourself and how you feel and what you can do.
People around us teach us so many things, living outside the boundaries that you have created for yourself is so darn important that we don't even realise it till we are down in the dumps and someone who has been right beside all along walks up to you and tells you the simplest things about yourself that you so blindly choose to ignore.
Love yourself there is nothing wrong with that... and remember to love yourself 'cause you forget that and you forget to love anyone else.


Thank you Suyash... I cannot say that you have been the easiest guy to deal with but you are a really sweet friend. :)


And to you my love... how can I say that I love you with all my heart when your absence just burns holes into it?

...Newborn Mother ...

The brightness was blinding
When she carefully opened her eyes.
She felt like a newborn
After the veil of barrenness was torn apart.

The door opened and gave way
To her bundle of joy;
Gift wrapped in celestial white
And cradled in the hands of her soul mate.

Broken down completely in excruciating pain,
Yet she sprang up like a lil dame.
Held her angel close
And kissed its forehead.

Tear drops rolled down her cheek
Like kids on a park slide.
Her pain had strayed faraway
To a land she might not return again.

What's left is a title for which,
persistently she had prayed.
It's "Mother" and that'll be her new name
Till eternity from today.

"_____________________________________"

That sudden silence
between
conversations.
An abrupt minute
between
those hours.
It's when there's nothing much to exchange.
A void from nowhere breaks in,
And you can almost hear
The stirring spoon,
The drone of the air conditioning,
The soft clicks on the keypad
While someone messages at the table behind;
And the clash of a plate falling flat on its face
At a distance not very faraway.
You only then notice:
Your nails need to be cut,
The spelling error in Today's Special
On the Cafe's tent card;
The ceiling turns into a masterpiece,
Which you gaze at and admire.
You want to talk some more
Yet the topic feels tired,
Somehow,
And it wants to retire.
This silence is like
That last piece of choco chip cookie
Left on a white ceramic plate
In between.
For once, you want to bite in and indulge
Yet you fear reaching, for it
might just finish that instant.
While on the other side,
You don’t want to leave it untouched
It just tempts you
And yearns for your attention.
You clear your throat,
Utter a word.
Coincidentally,
there’s a word from the one before you;
Clashing with yours at the same time.
A demure exchange of smiles.
There’s silence once again.
Now will you reach for the cookie?
Or will you keep on?

8 Questions..

If I have the courage to tell you that you’re wrong
Would you have the courage to listen?
If I tear your heart to pieces with my steel claws
Would you have enough heart left to forgive?
If I tell you to leave me alone
Would you be stubborn enough to still be there?
If I fall down and say that I cant get back up again
Instead of picking me up, would you let me do it on my own?

If I give you possession over my body, my mind, my soul
Would you be my master, or give me your spirit too?
If I promise to give anything and everything
Would you take all you want, or just what you need?
If I tell you all my secrets, reveal my deepest thoughts
Instead of cringing at them, would you hide them in your core?
If I ask whether you feel moved by what stirs me
Would you try to have faith, even if you don’t believe?

In these questions lies my definition of LOVE and not in the ANSWERS!
HEAVENLY its is i know.just wondering whether i can EXPERIENCE the FANTASY!
:) :)

Fantasia

Here I sit at my table, trying to write to you. It's incredible how difficult I find it to tell you my thoughts. Maybe because I don't even know you. If I did, I would write you a ream. I would write you my dream. About our book of yellowing pictures. Echoes of your favorite songs. Crumbling letters of love and loss. If I knew you I would describe to you, that wrinkle on your nose, that curve of your brow, that shining brilliance of your smile. If I knew you I would write you lengthy verse. Of shy favors and ticklish whispers. Of moonlit nights and sweet surprise. If only I knew you...


Here I am, wondering if I can have you. If I could, I would etch my footsteps next to yours. Our fingers locked tight. My time ticking with yours. If I had you I would hide you in the crevices of my thoughts. Weave you into the seams of my dreams. Wrap you in frills of poetry. If I had you I would reel and swoon. And drown and merrily die. If only I had you...

तुम..

ये आँखें हमारी , देखे सपना तुम्हारा
ये अधर हमारे , ले नाम तुम्हारा

ये दिल हमारा,धड़कन तुम्हारी
ये गम हमारा, ख़ुशी तुम्हारी

मंजिल हो तुम,रही है हम
ज्योति हो तुम,दीपक है हम

एक तस्वीर के दो पहलु है हम
तुम कुछ भी कहो तुम्हारे है हम ....

I 'LIVE'

I sing...
I sing to calm
the screaming silence

I laugh...
I laugh to eclipse
the droning tedium

I cry...
I cry to mollify
the hurting ego

I love...
I love to feel
the throb of life

I hate...
I hate to remain
fate's perpetual puppet

I create...
I create to liberate
the trapped passion

The Night Whispered!

I'm standing on my terrace. The sky is inky blue, there are no stars, there is no moon. Clouds drift towards each other slowly and hesitantly like silent lovers melting into their first kiss. The cool night breeze ruffles my hair, a lump forms in my throat, it's been a long time...

Distant memories sail in and out of my mind, I let them pass.
I don't want to think, I just want the moment to stay.
I close my eyes, I hear faint guitar strums, music straight from the heart, I'm smiling...

Characters from my book enter and leave my mind, I let them go.
I'm living a dream, I don't want to wake up.
I close my eyes, I smell rain, there is a mild drizzle, I'm smiling...

The sea beckons me from far away, I stay still.
The night is whispering a secret, I just want to drink it up.
I close my eyes, the spray is on my face, waves crash around my feet, I'm smiling...

A rainbow drifts in and out of my mind, I let it fade.
I don't want color, I just want the black night to last forever.
I close my eyes, I'm humming, I feel his arms around me, I'm smiling...

I'm standing on my terrace. The kiss is over. The night is suddenly still. I know the secret now. The clouds part to reveal a lone star, he is back! I'm smiling...

PS: The night itself was sheer poetry! And my thoughts were not symmetrical :) The randomness was the poetry!

Can you hear the silence!

She peered deep into his eyes, He quickly averted his gaze
A violent storm brews in the distance
Can you hear the Screaming Silence of Anger?

She touched his fingertips hesitantly, He squeezed her palm tight
A cool mountain breeze nudges them closer
Can you hear the Calm Silence of Trust?

She ran her toe up his leg slowly, He wet his lips hungrily
The wet smell of rain mixes with the intense smell of love
Can you hear the Moist Silence of Lust?

She laid her head on his shoulder, He kissed her forehead lightly
Deafening thunderclaps, a blinding crack of lightening
Can you hear the Choking Silence of Grief?

A single teardrop escaped her eye, He wrapped her in his embrace
The moon glows softly in the clear night sky
Can you hear the Gentle Silence of Love?

Trivial

I'm an inkblot, scattered by an angry whim of the hand.
I'm a footstep, an insignificant instant in an eternal journey.
I'm a shadow, a dark twin that lurks by day and fades by night.
I'm a torn page, an incomplete story with no beginning or end.
I'm a broken clock, frozen at a forgotten moment of truth.
I'm an ambiguity, maybe, maybe not...

Love In Absentia!

You live inside me these days. Or your thoughts have befriended me in special ways. Your image in my mind is precision itself. I see your neatly parted hair, the corners of your boyish grin, the fine creases of thoughts on your forehead, a hint of a dimple teasing your face, the angle of your questioning head. I can see your fingers flying over the keyboard, the way you squint at an error, your eyes shining bright in the screen's light. I image your measured pace, even the tiny skip in your shadow's gait.

I write to you a lot these days, oftentimes in my mind. Sometimes in class, punctuating the professor's wisdom with cryptic verses meant only for you. You make me very tongue-tied. Maybe that is why I write so much to you. Or maybe because I don't trust myself to say the right things. You've taught me, painstakingly, that anger and sadness, exhilaration and joy, misconception and doubt, everything diminishes with time. I've learned, on my own, that writing helps greatly at such times. Can I really fill silence with writing? I try. It is always more exciting to try the seemingly impossible.

I talk to you when you sleep. I whisper actually. I'm sure you hear me, every time. You smile, probably you even murmur back..i hear it at times.. I like it when you talk to me with your eyes closed, your voice husky and distant. I wish you would reveal your dreams now and then. Am I in them? I always wonder what it would feel like if you say a different name or if I do, for that matter. These fine lines of fire that we tread so carefully within never cease to amaze me. Nevertheless, talk to me in your sleep please...

I've etched each scene a hundred times in my mind. I have resolved to save every note I scribble to you. I guess I can talk to you when you sleep, no matter where you are. Sigh!
I m here waiting for u stranger..and I know u r on ur way!

Zip My Mouth Shut!

Nothing is a safe thing to say. Even frivolous comments have surprisingly disproportionate consequences. It is amazing how intent is enslaved and vanquished by semantics and poor timing. I need a crash course in wise choice of words, non-opinionated tone and holding a straight face. Can I get a touchiness sensor and also an omniscient disclaimer machine?

I think I'm learning to think before I talk, really learning it the hard way. The curve is steep and the metamorphosis is fascinating. I'm slowly resorting to drawing decision trees in my mind before uttering anything. Trust me, it is not a bad skill to have. I have found the elusive silver lining! It significantly slows down my speaking. Soon I might actually be heard and understood. I might even sound intelligent! Well, almost... I still wish I could blab away thoughtlessly now and then. Maybe I should talk more to my father... Ha!

Influx

For a moment
A whore
Feels romance

For a moment
The music
Is silent

For a moment
The night
Creates shadows

For a moment
It all
Makes sense

Then
That moment
Is over

Disappearing Constants ...

Everything comes with an expiry date. Most things in life are like medicines that turn poisonous over time. Excitement turns into ennui. Ennui becomes indifference. Novelty turns into routine which morphs into boredom. Knowledge turns into memory. Memories are forgotten. Intensity turns into weariness that slowly degenrates into inertia. Ambition turns into achievement. Achievement becomes mundane. Love turns into pain. Pain is replaced by numbness.


All that remains is a ceaseless obsession with details, an incurable insecurity and a deep fear of the unknown.

An Unwarranted Mirth ..

Today I sat on a swing in the park and swung away to my heart's content. And I suspect I enjoyed it way more than my two year old cousin. For those brief moments I had not the smallest worry. The burdens of life gave way to a lightness I have not felt in years. I stopped. I breathed. I turned my face up to the breeze. Back and forth, back and forth. Life is full of similar oscillations. Secure to stranded, elated to morose, confident to terrified. There is never enough time to categorize life as good or bad amidst this constant interplay of ravaging extremes. But today, in these rare moments of stillness I wondered what is it that makes one brave the downs and seek the ups of life.

What makes one pray to an unknown God? What makes one read astrology? What makes one search for the elusive silver lining to every cloud? It could be need. It could be discontent. Or even greed. I like to think it is faith.

It's funny how faith works. Oftentimes it is difficult for the rational mind to grasp faith as a concept. For it can seem rather blind, baseless and unscientific. The rational mind understands effort and result and expects them to be proportional to each other. It cannot settle for an aggregate but non-chronological reciprocity between effort and result. Neither can it understand belief without proof, or patience without progress. Rational as I claim to be, I believe effort and faith feed into each other. Faith induces effort even when the fruit is not in sight or within reach. Unrelenting hard work in turn serves to augment the very faith that one is constantly inching towards the fruit.

In principle, one could have faith in anything- in oneself, in instinct, in justice, in the ultimate reign of goodness, in the immutable laws of nature, in Time, in God. I think it is something, maybe the only thing, that protects our irrevocable right to dream, our sometimes irrational optimism, and our unjustifiable claim to lofty goals and ideals. It is what keeps the innocence in us from escaping.

Back and forth, back and forth, life will go on. I know. But right now, there is a breeze in my hair. The grass is young and green. The moon is high and blue. The world is picturesque. The idealist lives on...

Wishful.

I saw an elderly couple on the street. They strolled leisurely, gazing at store windows and stopping for snow cones. He waited patiently as she surveyed shoes. She smiled to herself as he stopped to stare at toy cars. Maybe some things never change, I thought. Maybe the boy or the girl in us lives on forever.


They stopped at a traffic light, cars zipping past in a hurried world that was once theirs. He peered right and she to the left. An unsaid protocol, a tiny idiosyncrasy ingrained in them and habituated over the years. They locked hands with each other and off they went across the road. Did she always walk on his left? Did he take her hand or did she take his? Was it practice or was it chance? No one could say. I’m sure.


They spoke softly, about this and that. He leaned close to her and said something. She let out a low delighted laugh. He chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously at his own joke. Did they not argue when they were younger, I wondered. Maybe differences fade away gently. Maybe over time, they had become a little more like each other. But today there was a lovely harmony as they walked along. They were perfectly in step with each other, their pace, fluid and gentle like the breathing of a sleeping child.


It began to rain, a slight drizzle, all but lost in a gusty breeze. He flipped open his umbrella. He didn’t wait, she didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she took a step closer to him. They walked on, her own umbrella still dangling from her arm. They slowly walked homeward, this profound moment probably just one of the countless others they took for granted.


To me, it was a magical reality dazzling in front of my eyes. I stood there, even as the drizzle became a pattering rain, and looked on at a love that had stood the test of time. I stood there and promised myself our own autumn evening. In that crystallized moment I knew that all I want to do is grow old with you.

"All the way from head to heart!"

I have had lots of friends..many of them are those whom I know since I was a little kid..they know me well enough same is the case with me..they know what I like, what I don’t, what is my weakness, what is my strength If not for the past one year I would have called these friends my SOULMATES..But now I m forced to re-think!
Not till now I had known someone who just doesn’t know all this but even knows what I think about a current situation, what I am going to say about it and how I am going to react...

The bond between us is just so mysterious to me. The circumstances of our becoming friends were also completely random, there was nothing extra-ordinary or magical but I guess we have both felt this connection from the very few meetings that we had. A point to mention the connection had the same intensity. It wasn't a gradual development.

Ever since I met him in college, we have shared a really weird and mystical, really bizarre bond. We would even go so far as to consider it telepathic in nature. We just know what the other is thinking, We finish each other's sentences, speak in unison, know our next step, and can have an entire conversation across the room without opening our mouths. Sometimes I will get a strange feeling and know that he is just about to do or say something and the very next second he is there doing that! - he has told me that that a similar thing happens to him. There have been times when one of us has known when the other is in trouble, just from a bad feeling that we got or just from the tone either of us had while talking on phone.

Intially, I just considered it a coincidence, but as the saying goes
“Co-incidences don’t happen daily! “
As we flowed ahead being more good friends I thought we knew each other well enough to predict each other and hence the connection..
But now it’s becoming more n more strong..more and more precise..more and more frequent..
We really don't even know how to define it!
We have never met anybody else who can do what we do, so needless to say, when we met each other, we were both a little apprehensive to find out whether we are out of our minds.

We wouldn’t have been so surprised provided we had known each other since years together..but just a year of being friends is too small a time to scientifically define the bond..
It’s Divine for that matter!


We rarely discuss it as a general rule, so I guess I'm been doing some hard thinking about it since our trip. I am very skeptical of paranormal phenomena, so needless to say, I would not believe it if it wasn't a normal part of my life now.

And That Is How We Know Each Other...

FROM HEAD TO HEART …


Anyway, that's my story. I don't care if anyone believes me - I just had to get that off my chest.

“A physician buries his mistakes, a dentist pulls them out!"

If anyone were to ask me which is the place where people suffer from nervous breakdown or apprehension,I should be inclined to answer 'A dentist's waiting-room'.
There are all classes of people meet and very few of them look forward to what they have to go through without some qualm or shuddering. If you ask a dentist he will tell u that even the bravest of soldiers express the same amount of dreading when he is asked to sit in the moveable chair and open his mouth.
That waiting room may be comfortably furnished and bright with books and lovely pictures of hot females smiling and showing off their magnificent set of teeths,not to mention their glossy breth-taking lips yet such things make little appeal to u for ur preoccupied with anticipated pain agaisnt which you have no armour to defend urself,but to advance forth,like a lamb to the slaughter.
The atmosphere in the room apart from the previously mentioned hot chics with breath-taking lips is not much enthusiastic,its low,dull and blue.There may be a lttle boy with a swollen cheek which shows the tracemarks of dried tears,moaning and groaning as the dull tootache escalates into pain less bearable,or there may be an old man in his 70's accompained by his more inquisitive wife striking a rapid fire-like conversation with the swollen cheek's mother as the swollen cheek stares at their faces cluelessly,or there may be two old spinster sisters in their girly pink dresses one giving 'dutch courage' to the other while keeping a tight hold on her hand to make sure she does not take a grand escape in case her courage parts her.
As u sit there,u wish u had never come,and blame urself for all those million instances when u had all those yummy chocolates inspite of regular alrming warnings from ur mum. You hear the clock ticking away,occasionally you hear a drill machine like screeeching sound which gives u goosebumps and then again the breath-taking lips come to ur rescue! ( God bless those females,may they never have to visit the very place the are now posing their smiles for!)
As just ur thought comes to an end,the door to the dentists sanctuary opens,a strange sharp smell of medicines and antiseptics float into the room and u catch a glimpse of the washbasin and a table with shining instruments in readiness for the evil deed.The detist makes his appearance and u feel like a child who is asked by his teacher to solve a tedious math problem all of a sudden in the middle of a class!
However for ur suprise he calls out for the old man and you give a sugh of relief for the little respite granted to you!
The old man comes out with shining glowing teeths the reflection of which can be best seen on his old lady's face as her face glows when she notices her love in a shining not armour but teetharmour instead! ;)
The glow on the old lady's face however cannot lighten ur face which is now pale and apprehensive.You enter the room with knocking knees and quaking heart. But to and behold even before you are aware of it the traunt tooth is out.
What a relief!!!

And then u discover the irony of the entire situation..which is that
'it is in the WAITING ROOM that people suffer the agony of anticipated pain and not inside the goodman's den!

So the next time u visit ur dentists just avoid the trauma of the 'WAITING ROOM'
what?? oh..u worried about those hot chics on the wall??..'oh cmon dude u having will be having ur own sets of pearlies right soon'

cheers!!!

Happiness...

Very often it happens that we use few words so frequently and easily in our day to day life least knowing the fact that there are so many deep feelings that can be culled from these profound words.

Happiness for instance is one of them, for me completely defining the word happiness and unfolding its universal and ultimate meaning would in itself be the happiest moment I guess!

Every individual has his own concept of happiness; it’s therefore a highly individual thing.


Happiness an Illusion:
There are few individuals for whom Sense of happiness is just an illusion...as everything else in life.

This reminds me of a Marathi song which was a part of a famous play. It goes as follows:

Khara sanga sukh mhanje nakki kaay asta?
(tell me the truth, what do u exactly mean by happiness?)

Te kaay asta je ghar baslya milta?
( Is it soemthing which u get just by sitting at home?

Sukh mhanje dukhacha urelela gandha..
( Happiness is nothing but a feeling which persisits with us after sorrow)

Radta radta hasnyacha avdta chand..
( Its just a practise of smiling through your tears)

Manapakharu jagnya sathi asuslele asta..
( Our wandering mind is always craving to live in happiness)

Sukh mhanje mrugjal,sukh mhanje para,
(Happiness is a mirage,its like mercury u cant hold it in ur hands it justs runs off.)

Sukh mhanje shabd bapuda,sukh mhanje kewal vara..
(Happiness is just another word, its moves away as fast as wind)

Kuthlya shani muthimadhuni nistun jaat asta..
(happiness is like sand the harder u try to hold it the more quickly it slips from ur hand.)


This song always hits me when I meet or come in contact with people who consider happiness nothing more than an illusion.

For them happiness is unachievable not because they are weak or lame not to find it, but merely because something like happiness never exist for them. For them it’s just as any other feeling like noise, heat or cold which lasts only for a while and disappears. As the regular science goes that u can’t feel hot or cold as per ur wish similarly for these people u can’t feel happy as per ur wish, it’s something which u may feel or u may not. They are far away from analysing and discovering the aspects of happiness or ways to achieve it. They prefer flowing with life and experiencing what it gives them and forgetting it the very next moment.
They don’t go into deep realities or vast scienctific or philosophical reasonings regarding the pleasures of life. Ofcourse this nature of theirs may be natural or due to some bitter experiences they have faced previously.


Exploring happiness in the outside world:
Some individuals believe that happiness is something u don’t receive, it’s something u have to find and attain, this I think comes out of their propensity to explore beyond their own horizons.
They travel miles together in search of joy and happiness, they try to seek happiness in their surroundings, few of them try and extract happiness through their hobbies, few of them do the same by learning new things, others believe that if they could help others and make others happy through their kind deeds and words they will attain true happiness as my one of my friend rightly said.
These individuals strongly believe in the concept that ‘LIFE IS AN ECHO’;
Whatever u sow so shall u reap, they therefore always are kind and gentle in their approach to the outside world and helpful towards their fellow-men.
Many of them do receive what they hope for; they indeed are happy and contented with their life and in turn they are successful in changing lives of other people too in ofcourse a more better way.



Finding happiness from within one’s self:

While there are people as I have mentioned above there are few who make an desperate attempt to find happiness without depending on someone’s company or running helter skelter for it. They not nessciraly oppose the view point of the former category but they surely don’t believe in the concept of finding happiness in the outside world. They firmly believe that nothing and no one else can make you happy, that happiness only comes from within one’s self. I would like to mention here about a friend very close to me, she is a female who can survive in almost terrible conditions one could ever manage too and still when she is back she will tell you amazing stories about how she enjoyed her stay there in a place where a normal person would have been suffocated to death.
People like my friend are blessed with the ability to be happy in any weird conditions, this is only because they are happy from within,their soul helps them to see the best of every adverse situation and neglect the negativity.
These people achieve permanent bliss. Their truly happy soul flinches not in times of sorrow, nor does it surge with ecstasy in moments of joy. Theirs is a state of equanamous being, tranquil and joyful. Pain, pleasure, heat, cold, noise, silence all are same to them. They rejoice in the knowledge of the spirit and the contentment of everyday living.


A new insight on happiness when two ends meet:
Blessed are those people who are successful in their struggle to make these ends meet.

The best example one can cite here is of Siddhartha Gautama, he was born in the lap of luxury in the kingdom of Kapilavastu around 566 BC. Siddhartha enjoyed all the pleasures of life one would hope for while he grew up in his lavish palace, but soon he became disillusioned with his life and leaving behind his riches and loved ones he became a wandering monk and set out on his journey to explore the outside world in search of happiness and enlightment. (As our first category goes.)

For six years he practiced severe asceticism thinking this would lead him to enlightenment. But soon he realised that overdoing things can not lead to happiness. He sat under the Bodhi tree in deep meditation and came to the conclusion that in the ends of suffering alone lies happiness.
With this supreme wisdom of his was born Buddhism a religion which helps sentient beings, end suffering, achieve nirvana, and escape what is seen as a cycle of suffering and rebirth ultimately leading to true Happiness!
(very similar to the thought process of our latter category, that only when u get rid of negativity which comes from sufferings and start nurturing positivity is when u are happy from within)

The combined effect of these two extreme beliefs certainly leads to the insights of true happiness, wherein material comforts and luxuries are shed off and true happiness is seeked from within ultimately taking care of the interests of our own as well as our entire society.

Gone are those days...

gone are those days...
when in June the school re-opened
And with a smile we welcomed the rainy season,

when there were new shoes,new bags,new books,
And wen we stood curiously in those long curvy queues..

when the day began with "in the name father"
& ended with a chorus of "vande mataram" a tribute to our mother.

When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,
And when thursday was awaited more than anything else.

Wen pens,slates,pencils & crayons were our valueable possesions,
And teachers wooden scale was a dangerous weapon!!

When we chased one another in the corridors in reccess.
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

When we had our tiffins,yet grabbed a vada-pav
And when sumone asked for a bite we wud say "chalo chalo aage jaao"!!

When we played cricket with writing pads as bats,
with papers,neckties and socks rolled into balls.

When we never knew our time-table chart,
But days we had our P.T period we knew byheart!

When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast in the adjacent houses,
And each wicket and six was followed by our noises!!

The little fights we had were soon forgotten,
The biggest mistakes were quickly forgiven.

Gone are the days of Sports Day, and the annual Day ,
And the long preparations for them all day..

Gone are the days of the stressful
Half Yearly and Annual Exams,
And the most apprehensive OPEN DAY..
Which was followed by our long holidays...

We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
Through out those years U were not just U,
And I was not just ME,
But it was always 'WE' !!

Gone are the days we will see them never..
But memories of that wonderful past will linger in our hearts forever & ever!!!!!