That was really a wonderful day, meeting old pals at our school after 30 years. some of them have not changed a bit. some travelled hundreds of kilometres for the rendezvous. brain is such a wonderful thing -- it could rewind all the memories associated with that ground, walls. ...and the short film on the village and friends got good response.
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October 09, 2011
August 10, 2011
turning nostalgic
what began as a not-so-hopeful effort has turned out to be an exciting one. After over 25 overs, it is time for reunion of schoolmates. a list of 100 is ready now. some are living in the same place, others moved to different villages, towns and, why, countries too! a couple of them passed away too. some are doing well, others are not some get addicted to liquor, some had to put a full stop to education. some promising students then had succumbed to the vagaries of life and settled for far lesser things.
it is time to collect numbers, reminisce anecdotes -- humorous, serious, romantic or about those listless events went by. some you remember. some drag you to those past days with full of action, innocence.
trying to get back to those days gone by is really tricky. chances are, you might end up crying over split milk or cursing decisions that had changed lives forever!
it is time to collect numbers, reminisce anecdotes -- humorous, serious, romantic or about those listless events went by. some you remember. some drag you to those past days with full of action, innocence.
trying to get back to those days gone by is really tricky. chances are, you might end up crying over split milk or cursing decisions that had changed lives forever!
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