A Life of a person in Trio

I don't know how bright is your life,
But I had a warm, bright light from two suns.
They came one by one,
Made my life brighter and brighter. 

And boom — the trio was born.
A mix of laughter, madness, and mystery.
We don’t talk like others.
We have our own amazing way —
no one gets it, and that’s the best part. 

People look at us like we’re from another planet.
Maybe we are.
A planet called “Absolute Chaos.” 

Our faces say everything,
our eyes plan everything,
and our random words start revolutions.
Even silence feels loud when it’s us.

Class becomes a comedy show.
One giggle, and it’s over —
the serious mode vanishes faster than homework.
We don’t try to be funny.
We just exist, and that’s enough. 

After school, the story continues —
texts flying, emojis exploding,
and us laughing over things
no one else would ever understand. 

We’re not just friends —
we’re a trio of unlimited energy,
a hurricane of jokes,
a sparkle that never fades.

So yes, this is our world.
We don’t speak in normal ways,
we speak in amazing.

We walk into school like celebrities,
no red carpet, just plain corridors. 
Someone forgets the homework,
someone forgets their pen,
someone forgets why we even came to class.

Our table?
A war zone of laughter.
Notes fly, paper balls travel,
and the teacher’s voice becomes background music. 

We invent games out of thin air —
who can stay serious longest (we fail in 2 seconds),
who can whisper the loudest,
who can make eye contact without laughing (impossible).

Our code language grows daily.
Now it’s not just words —
it’s sounds, gestures, and dramatic stares.
One look and we all burst into chaos.
No one knows what happened.
Neither do we.

Breaktime? Disaster deluxe. 
We go to washroom for water war,
someone chokes from laughing too hard,
someone shouts “STOP” while still laughing.
It’s all fun until one of us drops the spoon
and blames gravity for it. 

After school, we act like we’re saying goodbye forever.
But three minutes later —
our WhatsApp chat is on fire. 
One's talking about homework, 
One's sending memes
Me texting "..." for no reason.

The chaos never ends.
It just changes locations —
from classroom to corridor,
from texts to laughter echoes.

We may be small in number,
but when we’re together,
the whole world feels like our playground.

Because in our trio,
there’s no normal,
no boring,
just endless amazing chaos

And when the chaos finally quiets down,
when the laughter fades into tiny giggles,
we sit there — three tired souls
still smiling for no reason.

Our phones buzz one last time that night.
“Goodnight.”
“See you tomorrow for more trouble.”
And somehow, that feels like peace. 

Because our world isn’t made of silence —
it’s made of laughter echoing in our hearts,
of jokes that no one else would understand,
of glances that speak louder than words ever could.

We’ve spilled water, lost pens,
laughed till our stomachs hurt,
and maybe annoyed a few teachers —
but we built something bright.

Two suns entered my life,
and turned every ordinary day
into a memory that shines.

Maybe one day, we’ll be in different places,
different worlds,
but I know —
somewhere between a random emoji,
a familiar word,
and an uncontrollable laugh —
we’ll find each other again.

Because trios like ours
don’t fade away.
They just keep glowing —
in warmth, in chaos, in friendship.

- Sakina Banu