Not A Good-bye.
Tomorrow is the last day of another academic year at the college. Disclaimer: This isn't a post about how I'm crying out my heart because I'm going to miss my seniors. Or may be it is. From the past few weeks I was a bit excited with this whole farewell party business. When I discussed about the party with my seniors and told them that I'll miss them a wee bit more than ever, they simply said, "It's not actually a good-bye." It all comes down to this one point where all the excitement drains out of your system and nostalgia takes over. And here I am, looking at all those pictures of my seniors that I've clicked, laughing at the silliest puns and unintelligible jokes and sharing amazing food and bike/auto rides. 2 years of bonding and a few more hours to go to bid them farewell. No, I'm not being sentimental. What makes me write this post are those little things that we usually think are meant for killing time. Those times spent talking, not ...