Goodbyes have been year-long. Trying to hold clock hands tight to not let time slip by. And yet again is back, the hour of soused adieus.
Nobody would know better what it feels to stand where we are than those of us over-living the winters of our Kgp life.
To those of us graduating to a broader life, I urge, please forget not peace, load, frust, Chhedis, Eggies and the 2.2.
Years may not bring us all back together, our photographs will mean more than just keepsakes.
2 comments:
One thing i have known about you ..which may sound a bit surprising is you are most hardy folk
Yes, I am hardy. Since the past few months I am just watching people leave. The outflux so rich, that no gold can fill the trough with its shimmer.
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