Back in 1995 when I was in 6th standard, I remember crying my heart out, just because I was allocated to a different section than the one my close friend got allocated to. Almost 25 years later, I heard about her tragic passing away. Memories of our good old times ran across my mind. Realization about the reality of life overtook my tears.
We meet in classrooms.
Get closer with the murmur.
Spend beautiful time together.
Bid farewell holding each other's hands.
The hands that might never meet again.
This is friendship. This is a typical journey of classmates. Through our alumni meet, we are trying to hold as many hands as possible again, relive some precious moments in the same classrooms.
Gone are good and gone. We live on their behalf too.