Tears walked down her dusky cheeks

Not out of the dust that tickled

Her nose while cleaning her room

But… because of the lingering that happened that day!

 

The old big box placed on the slab got unboxed

And her brain memoir turned its pages back

To the chapter of unforgettable friendship.

 

Dusting her old note books,

She unwrapped the fossilled little memories.

The scribblings in textbooks

The shapeless designs made during boring lectures

The mini gifts gifted unexpectedly

The labels on them with nicknames!

 

Like a lice that plays hide and seek in hair

Friends became her memories lingering in the air.

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From the Origin of time many rise and fall like winter weeds, My identity could not be revealed by anyone, My identity could only be revealed if you know me well. There isn't any great mystery about me. What I do is glamorous and has an awful lot of white-hot attention placed on it. But the actual work requires the same discipline and passion as any job you love doing, be it as a very good pipe fitter or a highly creative artist.