Where do I start from …where do I end in...
To start is beyond my reach n to make the end is wot I don’t want to
do… love and life…struggle and survival..learning n knowing… losing
and winning… is some of it I learnt in these four years… It s still
difficult to figure out why I love this place so much… n its equally
starring that it was once the place I hated the most… as some one puts
it so very rightfully… home is whr the heart is… its not the bricks
that makes ur home…it’s the people…n for me… Delhi is delhi for my
frnds n the wonderful ppl I met in here…
May be for so….as we started our voyage as straight out of the school
kids... n then (hopefully) maturing into individuals… independent n
dependent at the same time…
Dependent for may be every lil thing.. for sharng the fun…for having
the tinge of life one passes on to the other.. for the innumerable
stupid stories to tell.. for each n every thng to say…. For the
bonding which is inevitable… for the love n care all of us live in…
N independent for we knw all this is gng to end … n we all will soon
hv to be the same individuals…like the same out of school kids… will
hv to find our niches again… will have to learn the art of survival…
but the bonding n the life v lived for these years will be missed all
the life… may be it is gone forever….
As its rightfully put in… all good things comes to an end…but life moves on!
To start is beyond my reach n to make the end is wot I don’t want to
do… love and life…struggle and survival..learning n knowing… losing
and winning… is some of it I learnt in these four years… It s still
difficult to figure out why I love this place so much… n its equally
starring that it was once the place I hated the most… as some one puts
it so very rightfully… home is whr the heart is… its not the bricks
that makes ur home…it’s the people…n for me… Delhi is delhi for my
frnds n the wonderful ppl I met in here…
May be for so….as we started our voyage as straight out of the school
kids... n then (hopefully) maturing into individuals… independent n
dependent at the same time…
Dependent for may be every lil thing.. for sharng the fun…for having
the tinge of life one passes on to the other.. for the innumerable
stupid stories to tell.. for each n every thng to say…. For the
bonding which is inevitable… for the love n care all of us live in…
N independent for we knw all this is gng to end … n we all will soon
hv to be the same individuals…like the same out of school kids… will
hv to find our niches again… will have to learn the art of survival…
but the bonding n the life v lived for these years will be missed all
the life… may be it is gone forever….
As its rightfully put in… all good things comes to an end…but life moves on!
Dedicated to all my friends who made my four years stay in delhi cherishable...
