I had avoided
opening the album
lest I stumble
upon a picture of us
and cannot
control myself
But I realized
that's all I have
All that is left
are memories...
of the days
so cherished
Innumerable pot lucks,
the wine and dine
the songs and dances
some that will forever
remind me of you
my friend
Oh and who can forget
the mimicry
and the laughters
it brought
From being kids
running around the school
concerts and skits
that soon turned to plays
It was by then Sherubtse days
Nights of rehearsals
all were reasons
that brought
friends together
at different seasons
The football game
in class
of course made of paper
Yet the cheering
from around
had been more fun
than being
in the real ground
That was third year
We all teased
are we grown ups?
or still the same
young kids
Three years passed
it was graduation
time for goodbyes
but not for long
the friendship ties
gathered us again
it was convocation
by then
And we gathered
to plan our trip
to Sherubtse
once again
And oh what a plan
thinking back
it was almost insane.
We lived through the strikes
and the extended halts
the forced afternoon naps
it was at times a pain
but we arrived
and it was time
to throw our caps
Meeting new faces
Those moments
of falling in love
at blind dates
and dance spaces
those talks of love
and not wanting to leave
through the heaviness
A sigh once in a while
everyone would heave
that was love
at its height
The tyre puncture
was quite an adventure
While the rest thought
of how to reach
the next destination
The lovers
they found a reason
not to leave
it was after all
the love season
The journey to work
then began
it was about telling stories
and telling it right
staying calm
with a smile
even as the spotlights
drained the sweat
together with the powder
The sweaty palm
would often
sog the newspaper
staying composed
even in the worst of news
that at times
tore us apart
The camaraderie
continued
it was by then
the BBS days
It had its ways
the politics
and the talks
that sometimes
made us think...
How long
would we survive?
But every
once in a while
we would revive
and relive
the moments
the lives we touched
and talk of
better tomorrows
But alas...
no more turnings
no more bend
This is the end.
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