When a spicy memory
A funny dream
Or the thought of a friend
Who scared you with a fake scream
Makes your cheek feel heavily raised
That is when your smile comes up
Taking you back to those seamless days...
That gang... the ones I used to sit with...
The endless chitter-chatter that we did!
All that was a long time ago...
And never to that time would our road curve!
The canteen days still tickle our tongue
When the last bite mischiefs come to mind!
Those innocent fights and hearty regrets
Still force a tear into the eyelids!
Those days... that togetherness no longer persists
But the memories still bring out a bliss
Of those soulful colours of lovely days like chintz!
Making each one long for the gang to come up all over again!
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