The ending of a memorable beginning

The first day I entered my university was an adrenaline filled day. I was so excited and confused at the same time, that my mumma thought I had gone crazy. This was about 4 years ago. Now its my last academic year and truly it has been the most memorable time of my life!
Its all coming to an end; the classes, the lectures, tension about notes and exams, fun at the 'Neem tree', confusing cafeteria food, expressions on the teacher's faces when we did not respond about, or forgot our assignment, and most of all the friends we made. This time is now coming to a very unexpectedly fast end. I remember when our session started we used to fuss about 5 years of study, it seemed such a long duration. We used to let time pass as if it was just too long. Leaving our work for the next day and the next and the next, until it was right on our heads. Making fun of each other just for the sake of laughing and than saying how much we love them, and the next second, making fun again. Never minding what our friends say, but defending them when someone else interferes. A little of those silly fights, which now seem so lame, but at that time, were the most important points of our life! :)
The teasing, the taunting, the haunting, the hugs....
Just thinking of that time makes me smile and makes my heart ache that now this time is close to an end. These are the last few times that we shall be sharing together and making more memories. Memories that will always be with us. Memories that will make us smile when we will be alone, or, with someone to share them with.
Planning for events or just dressing up for the next day, everything has to be done according to protocol of the class. Looking good was secondary to feeling good. No matter how well you do, your friends always find something to bring you back to earth.
Some days when one feels low, these people bunk classes to cheer you up, just because they need a reason to skip a class; at others they pull you into the class with them.
A little friendly competition, some spices of jealousy and lots of humor were the major ingredients of this delicious feast.
My friends being the assorted flowers of our garden, coloring my life with their unique colors and fragrance; leaving a trace of themselves upon me forever.
All good things always come to an end, but, they forever leave a mark on us. Never can this time be relived and never shall these people be forgotten.
This experience in life has altered me in many ways. This time shall be cherished by my heart for ever.

Comments

  1. HaiderJuly 13, 2010 at 7:15 PM

    This is the time you will transform into the person you will be for the rest of your life.

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  2. FarwaJuly 14, 2010 at 2:42 AM

    hmm... I think I have a lot of changing to do!

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  3. ImranAugust 16, 2011 at 6:58 PM

    And I think your writing skills are awesome! keep it up!

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