journalism at mop

A dawn of a brand new semester
And the last semester ever
Three years
Six semesters
Is all that an under-graduate degree can offer
What happens in those three years remains a big question mark?
When I look back
I still think
I am that little girl
Who screamed happily after getting her twelfth standard marksheet
But no..
It has been two years
Two and a half years
Since all that happened
We moved out of school
Came to college
A place which has taught each one of us so much
To share
To care
To love
To live
To be
It is now the beginning of the final semester in college
A life which I think
Is the best part of my life is actually coming to a close,
Sadness creeps in.
Thinking about friends
Just happiness creeps in.
A set of real good friends
Who have been with me
Through thick and thin
To whom I can talk my mind out..
Whenever I want
However I want
Yes,
There have been times of lameness
Stupidity
But,
It is all a part and parcel of life
One gets a little close
One moves a little far
We are all distant
Yet very close
Very very
In five months from now
We will all part ways
Then we will be far away
Yet close
Five semesters of togetherness
Is coming to a close
To break the ice was so difficult
And now
To part ways is going to be so so difficult
We never used to talk to each other properly
But now
The whole concept of groups is there
And also not there..
We all are real good friends now
Each one deserves a bow
The fun
The fun
The fun
The facebook group
The facebook chats
The video calls
The gtalk chats
The hilarious status updates
Everything is going to end soon
Very soon
Life will create its own way
For each one of us
At this juncture
Now, filled with mixed emotions
Each one will be deeply missed
By each other
I just hope we are all just like this
And stand for each other
Forever and
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