College Memories

Home sweet home. There is nothing more refreshing than taking a stroll in the roads of your hometown. The high and low roads where I have cycled in numerous times for going to school and college in wintry mornings decked up in sweaters or sunny noons bathing with sweat or cool afternoons enjoying the wind. Long ago my mother disposed off my bicycle (a trendy lady bird model) to a daily hawker. So no cycling now for me. But who can dispose the memories. Every time I pass those roads or my old college, a butterfly starts to flutter in my stomach. This time finally I collected my graduation certificate after long five years and with that ended an episode of my life. The times, I used to hang with friends, the poems we have written and shared with each other, the claps or the advices we all gave to each other, controlling someone's short temper and the hours spent in reading room either reading scientific american or jotting down previous years' questions. Now, after saying all this I am feeling like singing...

"Ye unn dino ki baat hai
jab pagal pagal rahte the..."

Care free sweet days were those loaded with future dreams. Five years down the line, some are married and no contacts with them. Some of them just vanished into nothing. Occasional phone calls to some stationed in other cities. That is what I have in the anme of my graduation friends. We are far away from each other. But, they will be always embedded in my memory and I know in the far land, I am also existing in their memory.