Crying to leave the parents behind, for school we ended up making such friends that now it seems hard to leave behind them for going home.
It seems grey.
It sounds dull.
I feel dumb to hear that we are already the alumni of the school.
Just a few days back it was we shouting at the top of our lungs that we won’t leave each other ever.
Not even wanting to we’ve left.
We parted our ways unknowingly.
Is that what is life?
Then I better don’t have one.
Is leaving a routine you’ve been following since 12 years behind, a change?
Then I better don’t experience one.
But that’s not something we can control. Is it?
They say, change is the rule of life,
But how does one adapt to these changes?
Isn’t there a rule book for the same?
Oh, I want you back.
Come lets go and sit on the last bench.
Maybe we get our friends back?
Maybe we get a chance to eat hiding in our desks once again?
Or perhaps scoldings of the teacher.
I am ready for it.
I am ready to take all the abusive yet funny words.
Come let’s scribble on these desks the names of our friends.
Come lets once again relive our school life.
If only we ever could.
Goodbye for now and forever.
I hope you remember me for long. If not long, just till I am alive.
It is hard but there seems no way.
A last one…
A very goodbye.
It’s been a long day, without you my friend,
And I’ll tell you all about it, when we meet again.
We’ve come a long way, from where we began,
Oh, I’ll tell you all about it, when we meet again.
I miss singing sugar loudly in between the class.