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last days and nights
"sinchan" |
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Even when I was giving everyone the birthday-feast, I could find a gloomy look around my friends. They were not having meals or enjoying things as they generally did.
After the party time it was the de-party time (departure) for the medis. They took the trackers to station and everyone went to bid them a parting bye. And rest, as they say it, is history … u all know about what happened at platform 93/4. It was magical. All those few days were full of permeating emotions… I saw and I felt what it comes when people depart… I saw my friends, maharajas and teachers feel miserable. I could visualize Vidyapith heavy with sorrow for those who left them, who were an indispensable part of her…
It was night and I was sitting under the inky black sky, staring at the stars. I could suddenly remember one thing: the red shift. We were just like those stars, thrown more and more apart by some unknown force of red shift, still very much the same, burst out from the same proton star, the Vidyapith, sharing similar sets of emotion, and still united by the nameless and everlasting bond of eternal friendship…
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t was 25th march, 2003. It was my 18th birthday. As I was
with my parents, they were the first to greet me ‘HAPPY
BIRTHDAY`,but to my surprise I was not feeling the merry mood I always used to feel in my birthdays. I came to the +2 campus at around eight in the morning. I knocked Vipul maharaj’s door and was waiting for them to open. But before I could understand what happened, there was a rush of two hands holding me tight and was he shouting aloud. Rather it was sudden ‘Jadoo-ki-Jhappi’ from Vipul maharaj. After I realised that he was greeting me ‘happy birthday’, I thanked him. And then there was a rush of ‘happy birthday’ wishes.
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potraits from memory