A lil’ short of Memories I am

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Over the years I have observed, am sort of a person who waits for that perfect moment, for the things to happen in a certain way I wished to. . .
...like they say, the best 4 years of life, college memories that last for a lifetime and as the days pass by I feel there’s a lot that’s left behind and forever I can just wish for the time to turn back and I can relive those moments....
... beyond those gates the life starts weaving some conspiracies, safe shores becomes history and then you are left alone to find the path to the destination, or for the moment even the first harbor to park your lil’ catamaran at...
When I see people around telling their share of stories I feel a sudden pain of loss about the experiences I missed having.
Though it was not a college of dream, (though I never even dreamt of one) slowly the friends we made and got to know them well.
It takes longer than normal for me to mix up with people and to befriend the acquaintances, and sometimes even the best ones seem to be completely unknown.
This point of time, am completely out of doing anything in life, and I really keep missing the share of story that I could have been a part of.
..i close my eyes and try to imagine the classrooms we use to study...the boys and girls sitting in different rows...giggling, shouting and making a fuss till the teacher comes in class...and as the lecture proceeds...at times listening quietly...noting down the dictated notes..the important points....and when not in mood just scribbling something on the margins...

(and those were the times i usually remain lost..silent...into the unknown....waiting for something??..though loved observing everyone around...and imagining myself to be a part of that carnival going around...)

..the notebooks for the future references..at times didn’t really referenced to read a single word and sometimes nothing but those..
...it was the teachers we disliked many a times...disliked the crowd around...cursed the management for the pathetic rules they made...
..and at the end of the day coming back home with some cheerful memories or a heavy heart.
..miss those days and the routines that we followed..the late night studies preparing for the test, exams..no matter it ripened into mediocrity forever...but studying always gives some pleasure..


...the messaging till late, even sometimes teaching each other on phone, getting an assurance..a boost from the fellow beings when a lot was left to complete in few hours..
..then having fun on the last day of test..as if a big victory attained..
..the haunting days..and unrealistic things...fights..that were never meant to be...yet things happen...and coming out clean...
..and some assurances that it’s all gonna be okay...and it did happened....


and the most vividly i remember.....the big campus..and enjoying the rains...getting wet in the drizzles or just standing on the threshold..........

..had a feel from the start to be reclusive from the world around..but it has its magic that it binds you into itself anyhow...
..exchanging phone numbers...
..exchanging the wall posts on facebook...
..exchanging books/novels...
..exchanging notes...
..exchanging those never ending talks and contagious laughter..
..exchanging the pen drives filled with movies and the program codes...
..exchanging the compositions/poetry/ life stories..
..exchanging the tears at the departs...


..exchanging the LIVES..
....we shared, cherished and treasured the memories ... that do nothing but fill your eyes with that eternal mist...
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..i sing..i pray..i cherish...
..those were the days...and the little i had in my share of ...memories....... . .

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