Recollecting the first year in Mumbai brings shivers to me. The shiver of being lonely.I question myself is it the fear of losing the pamperdness, care and attention that i receive or is it the fear of losing the relations I have made over a period of time? M i ready to move with the fast pace local, wind on my face & a book in my hand? M stunned. Just dont wanna think about it.
M thankful to this local for gifting me the bunch of budding roses mounted with dew. So relaxing and welcoming. Each day they get more mature and beautiful. They go all out of the way keeping apart all their tiredness and hectic schedules

and smiles on their faces


We have lived and cherished the moments together. You talk about the gigglings, gossips, leg pullings, bakra makings which is a vital part of our life and we do it punctually. To miss a moment is a pain.I somehow feel it has become a reason for a daily routine.
And then we have birthday celebrations




Oh how can I forget the freshers party


Its so nostalgic to even think of losing some one. To adieu is worst

. It's hard to accept that sooner or later we would be moving ahead in our lives.It bring tears to my eyes but still m complacent.This is what we have been in the past and m sure there are many more moments yet to come in future.
Luv u gals!!!
Hey Astha....
ReplyDeleteLove u babes... u write so damn well ... its like you have given words to what we all think at back of ours mind...
Thanks so much ...
Friends Forever for Sure :)
M proud of u......wid loads of luv...only me
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ReplyDeleteDarling...its fantastic n i luvd each word which u hv pen down here...................muaahhhh
ReplyDeleteThks Nitisha..:)
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