Today as I step out of this gate,
I look back at those good old days,
Seems like we've been living a dream,
But those days remind me of my being ME!
A dream of a life that was carefree,
an hour of studying,then hours of sleep,
Waking up early was a torture,
But evened out when we met at tea!
Hanging out after bunking a class,
And attending all those 'mufta' feasts;
Feeling strange as we entered the class,
Fighting over 'hot seat' in a row that was LAST,
Munching and talking,trying not to yawn,
Sneaking out of classs once proxy was marked;
"No money! No money" was our constant cry,
yet everyone showed up when it was lunch time ;)
Then there were those 'narrow escapes',
we were on the run,princi at chase,
From GCR to BCR to the parking lot,
he followed us but we won the race ( :P :P )
And then came the exam storm,
cheerful moments torn apart,
texts that once forwarded jokes,
were now full of "kitna parha yar?"
We strongly believed that 'sharing is caring',
shared everything,minus the wallets :P
endless chats full of sarcasm,
ecstasy and glee that shall last forever!
Today as we all take our separate ways,
Life may get tough,tiring days,
But deep inside,like a wine sweet,
a part of me shall dwell in this dream,
Cos its not about all those years,
its just that we've 'grown up together'.