Sitting next to you in class, eating our ‘tiffin’ together, I know I lost every pencil &‘rubber’ (eraser) I borrowed from you.
Buying SRK & Sachin postcards outside school, how we’d managed to sneak out just to watch India win.
The bus rides, the long walk back home and endless phone conversations that followed.
Back rest defined where we sat around the campus, not food and boys.
We made the local our house of madness, we really did love our train.
We were the eternal strategists, who only ever took one bad call.
We ‘loved’ our jobs and gave long lunches a whole new meaning.
The beach, a few cocktails, endless laughter and some fries made for a good life.
The perfect evening meant more than one cup of chai.
Every Friday night was a special occasion.
Drinks, music and places which felt like our own.
We devised theories on almost everything, and all of us now have a PhD in thinking,
There was singing, dancing, movies and all the drama.
12 AM calls, SMS, gchat, BBM, nothing was ever close to enough.
We’d laugh with everyone but I also cried with you.
I finished your lines, you read my mind.
We always knew what the other is going to say.
Once we had the wine, everything was absolutely fine.
Coffee and conversation worked on all other days.
We walked the talk, donuts, gelato...and some more walk.
Times have changed and things are different now.
We were great once but we may not always be the same.
At every stage of life, we leave something behind, only few will pass this test of time.
If everything has a start, it probably has an end.
Why are we so obsessed with forever and eternity?
It's about time we learn to say goodbye.