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The days are going by. Time is flying. With every second that passes, my heart pounds with fear. Fear that I will not see those faces with whom I have spent the happiest days and darkest nights of my life. Fear that I will not hear those voices which had taught me to laugh and cry. Fear that I will never experience those feelings of joy and urges of mischief again.
I still remember the first day when I stepped into that place, with no clue where to go, what to do, whom to ask and what to ask. That was when I met them. Within no time, I found myself lost in their world. It is true sometimes that even if you a know person for decades, you might still not know him; but you may get to know a person completely within seconds. So began our journey…
A journey which seemed to be simple even in the most complex of circumstances. Every day was like a new beginning. We all were heading towards something… something which none of us knew, and perhaps we didn’t want to know. Life seemed so simple. I felt that life was about not completing homework, indulging in all sorts of mischief in school, teasing people, gossiping about others, sharing food, crying when the other person got hurt, coming back home and doing the same things the next day. Never did I even imagine that this cycle will come to an end. This thought itself fills my heart with pain unspeakable. The thought that I will be separated from my friends haunts me like my own shadow!
It is still the beginning of 12th, but the fact that there is only one more year left for all the craziness and happiness makes me cry every day, every hour, every minute and every second…
