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Last few days at school, where saplings grew as flowering plants, aroused sentiments and camaraderie, friends became relatives, teasers- mates. First and last day in college, turned to be morning to noon. Diffident souls of first day left as inflated
As I was reliving the past in stillness of the night, Broken vows and promises held my eyes tight. Of the familiar ones did I see, Some are lost in the flowing sea. Parted roads did we take, Lonely souls
Gone are those days when We didn’t need to think about calories before eating. We didn’t have to plan everything in advance. We didn’t have to decide what to wear for a party. We didn’t have to check before speaking.