First Love

My first eva attempt at a short story..!!

Finally, after all the waiting for so many years, it was time for her to leave. Today she was chiefly elated. However, she saddened at the mere thought of her departure. Yes, the day had arrived, when she would leave behind ‘everything’ – in the literal sense of the word! Memories constituted a major part of that ‘everything’ coupled with other minor things. Recollections vividly kept flowing in her mind. They ranged from the day she achieved her first ever trophy – and the hugs and the praise that followed that day, the day she became a teen, her numerous fights with her parents on petty issues, the lonely days – when she wished she had siblings, the day her dad handed over to her – the love of her life – ‘Angel’, the thought-provoking jogs with her dad everyday, the day she ultimately agreed to pursue engineering, the days she felt an unknown high, the days she felt drained, the day she bid a goodbye to her teens, the day she landed her first job (though as an intern) and finally to the day she became an Engineer (something she toiled for, day in and day out).

She surrendered to her reminiscent thoughts. She marinated herself in nostalgia. She recalled the day when she felt as if she was on the top of the world. It was precisely the day she received roaring applause for the poem she wrote, for a National Poem Contest. Amongst all the entries submitted by countless participants throughout the country, it was ‘her’ poem – that stood apart. At least that is what the judges thought. Somehow, that day, she felt that she won by fluke. But today, looking back – she felt that the award was justified. Yes, she rightly deserved it. The poem, after all spoke about the inexplicable grief that a girl faces, to leave her maternal home. It eloquently articulated the short sweet life of a woman – in her mother’s house. Today she could sense the ‘magnitude’ of that separation, she penned then.

Since the last couple of months, she was readying herself for this journey that she would soon embark upon. Celebrations were in swing for the past one week, to present her with a pleasant send-off. All her kith and kin had gathered to bid her a fitting farewell and to wish her all the luck in life.

She had read writers echo, that there’s no place like home, that no spacious palaces, even with inbuilt amenities and personal service could ever stand competition to one’s own house and to the care showered by one’s loved ones. Those words kept reverberating, in her head. They kept resurfacing her already muddled mind.

As she took a final glance at the wide array of her childhood photos on the beige wall, her eyes felt moist. And not within moments, her cheeks became wet. She longed to stay right here, with her very own parents. However, the parting was inevitable.

Her love was standing right there, to be felt by her!

She realized that today, she was no more that innocent child, that everyone said she was. Neither was she that tantrum throwing teenager (like her dad always protested). She was a grown-up today. Independent enough, to survive on her own terms. A wonderful woman, of marriageable age.

Ever since she was mature enough to understand and interpret her own thoughts, her own sane mind, she had been eagerly awaiting this journey. She desperately desired for comfort in her distorted life. She was in dire want of a company, a friend; she could share her life with.

She knew, that this was the most perfect and firm decision, that she’d ever made in life. Surprisingly, even her parents approved of her resolution. After all, this decision was as significant as it sounded, because it was going to bestow her with a companion for LIFE.

She mustered all the gumption she had, and for the last time prepared herself to leave. She couldn’t stop the tears from trickling down. She tightly hugged her mom – the person she would miss the most. She would miss munching upon the world’s most delectable parantha, the world’s most delicious chocolate cake – all prepared by her mom, an ardent cook. She couldn’t stand her dad’s hidden tears. She sensed a lump in her throat. She embraced her dad, the third time since dawn. Next were her best friends, who stood by her, irrespective of her sickness and good health. And next to them, was her grand mom, and followed by her were her cousins – she spent happier times with. How she would miss them all!

Weighed down by the immense care and love these creatures offered her through her growing up years, she stood with a heavy heart.

It was time for her to embrace the love of her life. Her companion - ever since she was 15, an age big enough to comprehend the people and interests of life. Oh my! How impatient was she! She couldn’t wait any longer to bask in the laps of her love. She badly wanted to drown herself in that chaste love.

The relationship that they shared was the one that survived the storms of time. The one that faced stern opposition – from her parents, at one time.

It was the one – marked by all the problems possible on earth.

The one that lacked the required strength and confidence, in its initial stage.

It was one affliation that overpowered all the love stories on the planet.

Yes, she was heading with her head held high, to the world's best institute of literature, to study literature.....to indulge in her first love, to accomplish her winnable dream!!

When things go awry...!!

Those dark and dim days which come,

They leave you alone - stranded and numb.

Life hinges on the tenterhooks,

Neither music heals nor do books.

Life seems awfully pensive and long,

Comprising of no rights, but a gigantic wrong.

It appears, as though the world has come crashing down,

Your face has no smiles, but only a forced frown.

Outburst of hidden angst and ache,

Suddenly difficulties seem all-awake.

You feel mashed, thrashed and defeated,

You wonder why the spirit of your soul, has faded.

Hope and faith dwindle day by day,

Nothing helps to keep your wicked thoughts, at bay.

That’s when; belief in oneself becomes a myth,

Leaving you with past regrets and present filth.

You are lost and you are unable to trace your way,

You are grasped by deadly nights and pale days.

Why do these days seem as eternity? You ask yourself.

You wanna get rid of them, you wail, you yelp.

You ponder, whether God’s even lending an ear to your cries,

Then why is it that you are amidst this, despite of a hundred tries!

Problems simply seem to be never-ending,

Hitting you hard on the bone, they keep you bending!

You are weighed down by agony, misery and ill-fate,

Yet, you try all hard to stand up straight!

You promise to never bend or stoop again,

Because predicaments are, but a blessing in bane!

Problems – are Almighty’s own way of teaching you,

Rise up, shine up and with your own might, you can do!

Dump each worry and woe – with all your might,

Believe in yourself, and you will forever be right!

And then, there’s a ray of hope that shines,

Really, this planet ain’t for the one who frets and whines!

Unleash the strength that you’ve got in you,

Show the world – with your prowess, that you too can do!

You thought that life was never gonna be the same,

And for believing that, you must take the blame!

You made it more severe, the culprit was you!

Surprising, how quickly the bad times flew!

And don’t ever regret about the past,

Forget about the times bygone, and have a blast!

Learn from your mistakes, forget them, and move on.

Bring the smile back, laugh hard and don’t remain forlorn.

When loneliness, pessimism and dejection seem to reign,

Be an optimist, grab the silver lining and life won’t be that mean.

Stop the tears and remember you are a star,

You gotta show it to the masses – even miles afar!

You will fight back, even though, you know it’s so very complicated.

Your struggle would define your existence, and that’s how you’d be rated!

Adieu 2011!

Yeah, I know I am late....Neva mind....Better late than never..!! :P

2011- The year gone by. 2011 was a pleasant package of some really unanticipated occurrences. It taught me to love ‘life’. It brought radiance and positivity along with it! This year, for several reasons, was an eye opener for me. It awakened me to the beauty of this journey called ‘life’.

Here, I reminisce on the tough teachings and the fine facts of the year that passed by.

• Hitali, Anki, Deepsi, Pooh, Aishu, Saili, and Sango (in no particular order) are some benign creatures, I can’t imagine life without. They cry, when I cry. They smile, when I smile. And they laugh, when I laugh. These gals form my support system. Life’s pure bliss in their company. Every one of them is a gem, I treasure. <3 :*

• Hitali a.k.a. Bittu – the reason behind most of my smiles this year. She’s brought light into my life. There’s only optimism that I sense far and wide. She’s taught me to be comfortable with my traits. Undoubtedly, she’s my twin soul. Somehow, she knows all that runs in my mind. I can never thank you enough, sweetheart! <3 :*

• The ‘Lee Factor’ always shines, and it forever will! The Three Musketeers. Together we can move mountains. With Deepsi and Bittu around, everything is a cakewalk!

• I love ‘Bappa’. The only power, I believe in. The only reason why I believe things are perfectly normal in my life. Just the way they should be!

• I love my parents. They mean the universe to me. Their well being – is all that I seek in my life! J

• Reshu di, Sari n Praji, mean life to me. Any minute problem and they’ll be right there to solve them! I love you gals! :*

• G.N.Khalsa- The place to be! The place I owe my transition to! The reason behind my changed perspective. A place I can never cease loving. A place – I consider my second home.

• Allan Sir and Saili Miss – Two exceptional souls, Khalsa has been bestowed with. While the former inspires me great deal, the latter never ceases to encourage me. They simply add an extra glow to the Commerce Department.

• Manthan – An experience of a lifetime! Got to spend time with some really talented folks. It taught me to have my head on my shoulders, no matter what!

• I believe books and music have healing powers. They are the best companions, which come with no grudges. Apart from food, these are a couple of things that can satiate my appetite.

• Self pity – is one thing, I must eliminate from my system!

• I love people who exude positivity. They inspire me no end. This world needs more such souls. In my eyes, they earn the highest respect.

• How much ever I deny and however bizarre life might seem, I know that I am on the right track, with the right people to guide me, and with the right amounts of energy tapped in right places.

•  Situations run out of control, at times. They will be fine, very soon. Everything happens for a reason!

• Some people walked out of my life or rather I showed them the door. They never deserved a place in my heart. Good riddance, I consider!

• I love my keyboard. And however amateurish it might seem, I love the sound that I produce with my fingers.

                                       

• I must dance once in a while. It simply drains out all the negativity buried within me.

• I love to sing. It relieves me off my stress. Though I sound a little coarse, I love it!

• People are not always bad! Its we, who often misunderstand them!

• Not all guys are flirts. Some simply care a little more.

• I must take the pains to introspect myself, once in a while. No one can communicate with my heart, except me!

• I love observing nature, and its astounding creations. It fills my heart with elation, and reminds me that there’s some unknown happiness, in giving..!!

• I find solace in writing. Everything that my heart can’t express in words, finds its place on paper. It’s amazing, how the paper bears all the agony, pessimism, envy and idiocy – that I vent out…

• It’s perfectly alright to stay alone at times. It’s only during these intervals, that we have some sanest of conversations with our own self.

• I love the subject ‘Finance’. My newfound love. All thanks to Sameer Sir, for the assignments. Though strenuous, they are worth all the pain.

• I know, I can conquer everything, belief is the only ingredient required!

• I know, I can get over crushes and heartbreaks, if I try from within!

• The day I deactivated myself from all the Social networking sites, I got rid of 70% of my woes.

• My Diary provides the finest solutions.

• I have found my calling.

• I love someone. I know that he’ll be mine, someday. Because I believe in the power of ‘true love’.

• I believe in the secret.

• It’s absolutely fair to cry at times. Everyone does. People, who deny, are liars.

• Smile and laugh often, they heal you like none!

• I have learnt to count my blessings. I thank God, for surrounding me with some really kind human beings.

• Last but not the least, however mediocre and raw, I love my blog.

Dear 2012,

You look promising. You reek of optimism and new challenges. I know this year’s gonna be one of the exceptional years, for a zillion reasons. With some interesting things happening around, this year’s simply gonna rock! There I welcome you with an embrace and a wide smile! J

My chweetest chum..!!

     She is an enigma, has killer looks, is ravishing, effervescent and every word that can fit in!

She has myriad interests. She is a chatter box, a mimicry artist, a graceful dancer, an aspiring actress, a fashionista in countless respects and the attention-getter who prefers style or moreover any crap over studies. Somehow, studies and she; they simply are each others enemies.

Furthermore, she’s a person with a warm heart and a benevolent character. She possesses a heart that owns every sorrow of her friends as her own; and a person without whom, the gang looses its sheen.

She’s an ordinary (Bit-too-much ;) ) girl that you would notice. However, there’s something innately distinct and exceptional about her that makes her a sweetheart, something that secedes her from everyone I know.

She has left a lasting imprint with her ever so jovial hugs and minuscule yet blissful acts. This impression, for reasons will never wilt. She carved a soft corner for herself in me, with her spooky tales, with her NV jokes, with her tiny yet precious pleasantries, with her I-care-for-you attitude, and last but not the least, for everything that she is!

      I vividly remember her first day; she was a blend of bewilderment, exhilaration and some reticent smiles! My talk that day never really helped me in bringing her to ease. Stalkers and guys would torment her, was something my intuition informed me about, on the first day itself! And lo, the same has been stirring since then…

In actuality, the union wasn’t a cakewalk, and for that matter, it wasn’t that thorny either. The initial talks between an absolute fashionista and a geek-turned- a little trendy person are always awkward. Silence constituted a major part of our conversations. In the start, it was intricate to get along. Gradually, bland and clumsy talks started being replaced with more spicy and amiable ones…and friendship took birth.

Somehow, there was ‘zilch’ that was common between us. We had opposite mindsets. However, science says: ‘Opposites attract’! And so, science was a catalyst, in bringing us together!

There are minute matters that, I would love to bring to her notice. The makeup on my birthday, the humble hugs, and the praise for tiny things, the sweet smiles, the awesome pecks, d 'laapsi-wale' ecstatic screams, the support during Anees Sir’s lecture, the incessant guffaws; though trivial and insignificant to her, mean a great deal to me.

Hopefully, the amity will continue to blossom along the journey… and will attain the highest degree, with years to come!

By the way, I never told you her name, right?

       She’s ‘HITALI’, who’s my ‘well-wisher’, precisely like her name suggests! 

My luv, my lyf....nd datz far 4rm xaggeration....! mwaah...!! Luckiest 2 hav u in ma lyf, angel!

The bond that we share,

Can put even our boyfriends to shame! :P

Being 17...

 I'd like to provide a brief introduction before you actually read. It was something I penned down..a couple of days before I turned 18. Could feel the jitters, and so…I came up with this article. Happy reading!

     17 - A number like every other number for people. For the masses, nothing sets this number apart from its counterparts. A proper arithmetical number with two digits. A perilous one for some, for the superstitious folks. (Satra Khatra, as they say!)

Nonetheless, this no. holds a special place in my heart, something more significant, then just being a mere soulless two digit number.

The journey commenced, when I was brought into this volatile world, by my self-sacrificing parents. I will always remain indebted to them, for having bestowed me with life.

For everyone who steps into this vulnerable yet sturdy and steady globe, life's definitely not a bed of roses; thorns also form an integral part of this treasured journey. Life's a mixture - with every component mixed in tantamount. What you sense maximum, is what you make out of it.

Haven’t been able to figure out, what all this is? Without any further ado, I'll tell you what all it is.

Being the chunky, cherubic kid next door, folks showered me with immense love and adulation. And being the first child too, added to my ecstatic childhood. Being the apple of my father's eye, life was always a smooth sailing boat-ride, cherishing every wave of joy that brought along with it oodles of wonderment. Life always threw astounding surprises. Whoa! Was the best phase of my life.

Gradually, I became a teen. Eventually, I turned 14, a year passed by...and then 15. It went on, until one day...something terrible got me trapped into its intricate web, until I was released some days ago, out of its pathetic agony. Life seemed devastating. It shattered me off entirely.

Days withered, and so did the spirit within this soul. The energy within dwindled with every passing day, with every passing moment! My self-belief crumbled like the cookies. ‘Life would never be the same’ - I pondered.

I was wrong. Life had other plans in store!

And after the sundown, arrived a day - when I finally turned 17. Life took a hair pin bent. This phase of my life, for reasons unknown, bought a mammoth change in me. I could feel the transition within myself.

Some more days, and I will have completed 17 years of life. Having accumulated diverse experiences in these 17 years of existence - my kitty seems pretty heavy, loaded with a plethora of vivid memories. I feel ready to embrace the world!

I'll be 18 soon, will be worthy of referring to myself as an ‘Adult’. In fact, I shall officially be an ‘adult’. Until yesterday, I was a child, and now an ‘Adult’. I'll miss being 17. Being 17 was so unfussy, so sweet, and so childish. Suddenly, the world appears so haphazard, so baffling. Will I ever surpass everyone’s expectations, with flying colors? Will I savor success? Questions galore!

I turn 18 and lo, whole lot of responsibilities, will be crowning my head.

17th was a year, that meant a lot to me! It bought an entire shift, in my perspective towards the planet, its beings, and its subtle mystery. It made me more matured. Taught me the rules of life, and yet reminded me to be free from the glitches of dogma, to remain unique, to be the one and only, and to carve out a niche for oneself!

Having lived a quarter of life (presumably), life seems stupendous with its capricious and quaint nature.

Every time life throws up something miserable - I have learnt to say 'Bring it on' because that is what defines the essence of human existence! Challenge it, face it, live it, enjoy it, and never regret it! :-)

Glamm..!!

  

I’d like to provide a brief introduction, about this write up of mine. It was something I penned down…when I was in my twelfth, for my college friends. The name of our group was ‘Glamm’. Without a second thought, I can admit… that those were some of the best days of my life. So, here’s an ode…to the people…who made that happen...

    An amateurish write-up. Wonderful memories, that will remain etched to my heart, forever! Heartfelt thanks, for being a part of this journey called 'life'. The write-up is a little sappy though!

Dedicated to my lunatic, fantastical, alluring, and sweet as a pie, lazy bums!

It was the 21st of August, I guess. I don’t remember it precisely. (As there’s hardly any memory left in my hard disk :D).

I was a confused soul on the planet. Yes, I proudly could say, that I belonged to this esteemed institution of G.N. Khalsa.

Mini K.G. and college, there was not much of a difference, Dad had accompanied me on both the occasions. Never-the-less, the only difference was - I had grown up from being in a school to this institution. Had been tasting the sixteenth pie. The transition had been wonderful; it was brimming with only something –‘Priceless memories’.

However, I stepped into the classroom after much confusion and chaos. I pondered for a while. Felt completely out of place. The crowd here was unlike my school. A sense of insipidity, something that lacked lustre, unlike the school, where it was a peppy ambience all around! However, I soon realized that, my other college mates too were baffled souls, at the moment. They had been going through the same trauma as me.

The class was about to begin. No one seemed bloody impressed by me. And so, the bench I sat on was pretty deserted.

The class commenced. And blow-your-trumpet session began. And there began the Sir, bragging about the college.

Then, there appeared this late-comer with red chequered Capris and a grey shirt. Oh! She too had a mark of bewilderment written all over her body. She asked the Sir, for permission. And there, everyone stared at her (as if she was this red-bloody-princess :D) including me of course! Well, I guess, she was quite impressed by my appeal. There, she had her seat beside me. Felt pretty awesome! (Now, tell me, why would one sit beside me, when half of the class was vacant? :P) That definitely had something to do with my pull! Well, I was definitely NOT BAD! :P

And, not within moments, did her craziness come flowing (crazy as she is). Who knew, that this craziness was soon going to become an integral part of us? Now, that was Ankita a.k.a. Gholumolu – who remains the highest scorer among us – till date! An aspiring CA!

A confused soul had met another confused soul and there the confusion came to a standstill!

Was the other day, the 22nd of August.

“Mamma, College sucks. I have this friend by my side though. But, I detest college. I don’t want to go to college today.”

 That was me.

“And when are you going to complete your notes? You already wasted 4 months due to this shit Government. Wasn’t that vacation enough?”

That was Mom’s immediate reply.

 “Mamma please, I don’t want to go to college”

“You dislike Khalsa? Or is it that you find Commerce boring... Why do you say so?”

That was Mom again, in her fiery self.

“Mom please, nothing is boring (as if in a day, I had learnt the whole of Corporate Commerce!), and yes Khalsa is the best!” I don’t have any friends to count upon. I feel so solitary, right there”, pat was my reply.

Mom was already throwing scornful looks at me. Well, considering my ill-debating skills, Mom ultimately won the argument and threw me out of the house, as usual.

But, who knew that, I was going to befriend this delicate gal (delicate-darling as we lovingly call her) the very same day! Well, All Moms on this planet, always have a reason to their statements! Never argue with them!

In the class room-

“Hey, will you please accompany me to the L.C.R.?”

That was this female with a pretty countenance, silky hair, slim figure, who had won the hearts of seeking-a-pretty-girlfriend- guys on the very first day!

I was day-dreaming as usual. And was quite apathetic to the ‘befriend-me’ scene in the class!

“Hello, Will you please accompany me to the L.C.R.?” (Where on earth was this L.C.R.?)

Damn! That was this girl again!

Apparently, I was apathetic even in exploring the said place.

“Sure, I will.”

Was my reply.

And this sublime creature was Deepali!

I was taking a look at her cell, while she did her business in the loo. Damn! This guy’s handsome! Must be her boyfriend! (Pretty gals always get pretty boyfriends!)

That was me, while glancing at her wall paper.

I wondered while she returned.

“Well, the guy on the screen is too good. He resembles a model or someone similar to that profession!”

That was ‘yours truly’. (My curiosity has no end.)

“Well, he is my brother. Thanks yaar! Yup, many of my friends voice the same opinion, that he is hot and handsome”. (Well, I too add myself today too that crazy list of gals ;-))

“Well, do you personally have a boyfriend?” (Considering the fact that you are so beautiful.)

That was this curious-gal-next-door!

“Nope, I don’t have any, received many proposals though”,

That was this liar-Deepali! (I still keep figuring who this ‘U’ is!)

Well, at the end of the day, I had made a handsome list of friends to boast of… Ankita and Deepali.

Though Deepali and me – we shared a thorny relationship at first (coz of her pugnacious nature, I guess!), due to some trivial differences, but thankfully we soon got over them!

Well, days withered. We were a cool-trio. Shared stuff with each other. Unfortunately, this blossoming friendship spared me off reasons, to have a fight, the next time with Mom!

And then came this phase, shifting of divisions commenced. Some students (ill-decision makers :P) started shifting classes, for change of their respective subjects.

Some students dropped in our class too. And two among the droppers, were soon my friends, I will always remain thankful and etched too, for reasons best known to me!

Well, these late-comers started contemplating over stuff. They would copy notes crankily, while we gazed over their fast moving slender fingers.

I stared at this gal, every time she wrote cursive! (Man! She possesses divine handwriting) I remember telling my Dad about this gal’s handwriting. She resembled a non-eater (if that ever makes any sense) to me. She was pathetically feeble and frail, but too tall to give no competition to me. She rarely spoke to me. For that matter, even I rarely spoke to her. (That bubbling ego of a Leo.) :P Soon, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her splendid handwriting. Her cursive and my heart had struck a chord, for the better! (Well, I made up my mind; I need to have a talk with her, at least for the sake of her handwriting!)

Well, on this occasion unlike others I stroked a conversation with her,

“Your handwriting is so beautiful!”

“Thanks”, was her reply, coupled with a wide smile. (Why the hell, don’t you speak much? Open up, Gal! Open up!)

“Well, which school, do you belong to?”

That was yours truly.

“Well, I belong to Little Angels, and u? “

“Well, I belong to I.E.S.’s. Modern, Dadar.”

Well, there it commenced, and the chatter box never seems to stop, even today. Hope it continues to do the same, with years to come!

Well, that was Pooja! The typical maa-di-laadli! She’s definitely one of the best human beings’ I have come across! (Though she’s a little pugnacious at times!) She is a math-wizard. (I mean it...) Being jobless, she keeps dreaming about her Mr.S day in and day out. She has that natural vibe!

Then on, we were a happy bunch. Fabulous four, unlike the trio!

Just a couple of days passed over this friendship.

Unlike, one day, a gal with-more-pounds-than-anyone in our group, and the fairest one to give competition to the fairest-of-the-fair, unknowingly got into our group.

Unlike others, this gal seemed to love her earphones more than anything else on this imminent planet.

Don’t know why, but I had this curiosity bubbling within me, to befriend her. (I haven’t found an answer to that ‘why’, even today.) She definitely had this certain mystic aura. She carries herself with poise! (I don’t want you to brag upon me, you cocky Cancerian!) Frankly speaking, my first impression regarding her was ‘whimsical’ and till date, the only words that are apt for her are ‘Melomaniac’ (that’s what keeps our bond going) and ‘Whimsical’ (that’s what makes our bond take a halt!)

As usual, she was intricate with feelings, that particular day too!

In the classroom,

“Well! What’s your name? I guess I’ve seen you before.”

That was me again.

Sarcastic with replies, as she is “Oh really? Maybe! Neha –that’s my name”.

(Damn! At least have the courtesy to ask a person his/her name, at least when he/she does so! Sarcasm indeed!)

So Neha - that was her name!

After a while, “Well, what’s your name?”

That was Neha.

“Well, my name is Prabhali”. (I wondered, why on earth, she didn’t ask my name, the very moment I asked her!)

I presume she was considering me at close quarters!

Well, my only observation in regard to her, she has buckets and volumes to speak about, on any random crap. She is a very amiable person. She simply never tires of talking. She is an ardent fan of the Twilight series and is an incredible poetess.

And that was it!

And a bunch of five fanatically crazy gals, - was created soon, only to recreate the magic of awesomeness together – within the first ten days of college!

We soon were a laughter stock! A happy bunch! I definitely knew – these five feline creatures would be a part of me – presumably for the next 2 years, and was in a state-of-bliss with the aftermath of this friendship.

Life offered this wonderful package, only for the best! However, this togetherness had taken a toll on our results. Results turned out awful. Bunking had become a daily ritual, a routine of life. Monotony had set in. Never-the-less, life was always amazing.

Had found a music freak in Neha, an avid art lover in Pooja, craziness all dolled up over Ankita and delicateness and tenderness- all scribbled over Deeps!

Wow! Life was wonderful! (Only if ‘yours truly’ hadn’t bunked college more often!)

Soon, we became an envied bunch. Some students even recognized us as the ‘The elite members club’. Life was definitely HAWT and KOOL!

Well, this gal with a sporty image (though, I realized that only a year later) popped in from nowhere. She made rounds to meet gals from my bunch. But, I never had any acquaintances with her. That was none other than Aishwarya!

Sadly enough, I have never had any crazy memories with her, so cannot write much about her!

However, she bought a tinge of ‘sports’ within our group. She soon became an integral part of our bunch! Hopefully, in the years to come, will get a better taste of each other, nevertheless, she is the most wonderful human being. She strives for excellence in her rifle shooting. Aims high! Hope you soar even higher! And bring laurels to the country!

And that was a scintillating six!

We are now an inseparable bunch. Hopefully, will continue to be! Keep dreaming! Keep soaring! Keep the energy intact! Never lose hope! May all your dreams turn into reality! I will always cherish the moments I spent with you all, be it in the Library (where, we never studied, except for gossip) or be it the classes (which we rarely attended) or Pritam or the L.C.R. (where we spent happier times relishing over samosa-chaat, observing Mrs. Hitler, gals and what not!) I’ll miss those long chats on the bus stop with Neha, those CRUSHY talks and those Frankie dates with Pooja, that bitchy-gossiping with Deepu! 2 years will soon end. I’ll miss you all, dearly! And hopefully, we will always stay in touch with each other – always and forever!

With tonnes of love and a drop of tear,

Eternally yours,

Prabhali.

(Khoya Khoya Chand! :P )