AKELLA POORNIMA

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AKELLA POORNIMA

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The College Gang!

The College Gang!

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“So? You coming up?” asked my best friend, Jhanvi. I used to call her Punjabi back then. She was a complete blend of the state she represented in her attributes and personality. She was high spirited, loquacious, altruistic, loud and magnanimous person, I ever met in my life.


“Yes” I replied doubtfully. I knew she sensed my reluctance but I had no option to opt for.


“You will have to come. It is the get-to-gather after a decade. No one will be happy to not see you there. Don’t you remember how eventful our life was back then in college? Do you remember the classics we did that are never forgotten even now? Moreover, we promised that we all will mark our presence on the said significant date. You remember, right?”Jhanvi asked me. She wanted to know what was prioritizing me more than this meet. She knew I was the most excited one to schedule this meet.


I desperately wanted to go. I waited for this since long. 28th November, 2008 – the day when I, Jhanvi, Siri, Ascharya, Titiksha, Shivangi, Smriti and Anjali (the eight inseparable buddies ) on their way towards enthusiasm and life-spirit, out of alcoholism pledged to meet on the similar day ten years later. I remembered our long night walks, sleep under stars, getting caught eating lunch in the classes, our Monday morning blues, our travelling goals and the tenderness that existed in us. I remembered everything of then. I wished, I wished desperately if we could travel back.


“Hello – am I audible? Poornima, You there? Can you hear me?” – Jhanvi prompted in between and differentiated me from my thoughts.


"Yes, I’ll come." – I said and hung up the phone. Still, I was not sure.


I remember the last unforgettable memory of ours. Shivangi lifted Miss. Mathew’s dog in her hands and we played part and parcel with him. We fed him alcohol and left at his home back. I was sure Miss Mathew would teach a lesson to us for this act. But we were half conscious to understand the gravity of situation. Miss Mathew was our principle at that time. She was unmarried, ardent Christian follower who owned Scooby, a spoil brat dog from wealthy society. Shivangi never liked him as she would think his life was better than us under shelter, food and fun.


As per my predictions, we were called in principle cabin the very next day and were banned from attending school for next ten days for that act. The only question we had was how she got to know the person behind the incident was us.


After that incident we were approached with the external exams of the end semester. By the time we realized our goals and aspirations, the college ended with flying colors and all got busy in later life.


That was how wild and carefree we were. Now, it had been ten years. Everyone moved on. We became wives and mothers with succeeding time. We got jobs, some moved out of the country and some with time went out of reach. But, the essence which kept us together was – THE MEMORIES!


The thoughts kept rolling inside my head battling between my wish and my priority. I couldn’t go as the contract I signed with the advertisement company last month had one more week to go before its termination and not adhering which, would mean legal actions on me. I was troubled much with my parallel worlds taking loops over and over again. Life tossed again against my desires. Perhaps, this existence was another dream to be vanished soon; I thought to myself and decided to sleep.


“I missed you guys so much. Life seems healthier with your presence.” – Excitedly, I said to all. I saw Miss Mathew smiling at me from a distance. I was happy but wait, I couldn’t see clearly. My vision was depleting. My senses were going wrong and in few seconds world turned black.

I woke up hurriedly as I heard my doorbell ringing loud and loud to put me away from sleep. It was morning already.


“Coming” – I shouted and searched for my sleepers.

It was my college gang on my doorstep. For a second, I believed it was a dream. Then I realized, it was way more delightful and blissful to experience than it was in dream I just saw. I was lucky to have such relations who could read between my lines.


Those were friends, my friends. My extended family and an elevated relation which never faded away with time!




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