In the mall when you see a gang of youngsters
Screaming, running around, holding hands
Scribbling on each others' hands, tees, and bags
Opening bottles to throw water on one another
Hiding behind the benches, the bins or the carts
You know you are missing something, someone
All of a sudden you see someone from the gang
With the same innocent smile, and the naughty eyes
For a moment you are struck with a lightning
You have yourself right in front of your eyes
Just a few years younger, just a little thinner
And you keep wondering, why did I ever change?
You remember those miss calls in the class
And the holi on the way to the railway station
The long walks that are covered in a minute today
The only thumbs up shared among five, sometimes more
The movies watched during college hours
The night Cricket while having group studies
The chocolate, the rose, the traditional days
The bands; yellow, pink, blue and one red
More the count, broader the smile
Why are these memories today so fade?
I was so complete when I had nothing
I was so happy when my friends were everything
Just then the same guy runs towards you
Wakes you from your train of memories
Asks you to take a picture of the gang
You smile and say, sure why not?
Approving the pictures, everyone thank you and leave
Then he runs back with a band, named for you..!
Smiles,
Swapnil..
P.S. Once again a very happy friendship day to all my dear friends. Missing each one of you with whom I shared these and many other memories. Keep smiling. :-) :-)
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