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Silhouettes of life.

The leftover bread pieces are seldom noticed, the way we stare down those little fragments in life. Maybe it’s time, which often is the obvious target of all loosened relations pulling the curtains. Draping the stage it creates a splendid sight, but tell me is that all? Can’t you best this spectacle with what’s hidden beneath? And those buried ones be the reminiscences. The glossy ones that went past with the closing of an eye lash, the puffed cheeks and the stained eyes that held the warmth of the gone by years.

There is not much difference now, except for the fact that is the world that we live in now is all about expectations. And it was only lately that we got to know this. And ‘lately’ turned out to be pretty late as the curtains fell in haste. Had it been few months back, you could have spotted us in a corner reading a chick flick, poking each other’s nose, or munching our favourite delicacy hopeless and all alone in our dreamy world. Insanity was our signature, and we proudly believed in our reign. Just a heads up guys! We did really, totally, literally rule the whole college.
Our niche was well waxed with laughter that echoed all along the corridors. Little secrets had ultrasound amplitudes. And food was a luxury when it was the all of us. Words wouldn’t suffice if we had to talk about eateries, our first love. Etched in some cranky thoughts, we would always open our very own investigatory account, running behind those brats who lied. . Putting up questions forth them, complete astray to what they were talking about. And why wouldn’t we? It was surely a punishable sin. And who were we? The ironical peace makers. We believed in total irrational things. The tragic tale of great philosophers and writers and celebrities and presidents and their later turned out victorious life could wait. Maybe because ‘inspiration’ was quite a heavy word for us to talk about, which reminds me of our dear senior pals who often stopped us from being chimps and adopting more of the ‘girly-stereotyped’ morals. FYI we have never been so fond of guys – not even the ones in our college. Ogling was part and parcel of our routine but NOTHINGNESS was our say in love! Wonder why? Indeed there were heaps of stories and mostly junk ones foolish enough to make us laugh our heart out. Such was our world. A world carved in oneness, adventure and fun that gave us zillion memories to hold on to as the curtain falls and time much beyond that.

The only question that stayed fresh in minds was why all of it had to get over? Too quick??        

    

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