school days- some memories that will nvr fadeout...

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there are some things in life which are so rare and precious that we just dont understand its value until we lose it....and later in life we just sit and regret about it..but we have nothing that we can do..but just reminisce and smile about the intricacy of it..

that something for me were my school days...meeting friends every morning..running to the assembly and keep on chattering..playing,running like crazy... though i remember very less of sitting inside the class nd studying..even my classmates dont remember me doing so.. :)


my friends were always my life...i went to school only for them.. i still miss u ppl yaa..
i know that all of these guys are busy either in your jobs,higher studies or other important works, but it would be a nice thing to plan a reunion..

my dream of a prefect reunion:
VENUE - K.V. BORJHAR (my school...my dreamland)
TIME - it could be anytime when all of my friends are together, the more the better...friends, friends of friends...everyone is invited..
AIM - to hav a rocking time together...just like we used to have in the school!

and this time there will be so much more to share..to talk...to tell...to ask! i know that it is a dream that is hard to fulfill but th more u dream the more u get.. so guys..will always hope for it to happen someday!!


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