There were years when
these used to be the packing days..
Cold Winters and waiting hours.
There was time when these sound exciting.
Its different this year,
I can see people packing up the bags,
leaving for home,
bidding them goodbyes,
deep lies the agony,
when will I head on.
I listen wishing them Goodbyes,
and happy new year.
And i sit back and smile,
Its just the destiny my dear!!!
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hey its d same situation prevailing all along our campus.
smthng fr which we all hv aspired fr throughout our lives ,i guess n nw wen d tym s der jst infrnt f us we r getting sceptical, creepy ,agonised n wat al n wat nt...bt der s jst one thng that will keep us going n dat s day wen we'll b partying hard with all our inmates to celeb each one f ours achievement...the day wen the dream f our four years will be accomplishd...wish luck to evryone in the campus...see u in the celebrations:):)
Ya..I know --u can understand :)
Thanx a lot Ritu...those celebrations really count!!
Thnx 4 d read :)
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