First day of F.Y. & new friends to make. My first friend she was, tall & studious so much we talked. yet, i Neva thought our friendship will last so long. thanks a lot shaheen for proving me wrong. Second was Priya, simple but reserved types. route of besties had a railing of fights :) I don't no y i met him, our first talk was so funny, coz he is a big idiot..!! Evrytym he said sumthn we just had 1 thing to sae.. "shut the fuck up kunal" for god's sake. It took me just few months to know this guy. Pure at heart. when he is good he is the best, but when he is bad he is at his worse.. and then comes the DEVIL the chupa rustam of ol.. silent at first but nw so much he talks :O he is our punching bag, & also a good friend Ajinkya...babu.. kanya.... so many names to call. humpty dumpty sat on a wall & had a great fall :D :D :D :D our friendship started because of my mom. first talk on phone, then lots of chats on fb & text. caring, helpful, kid...
This blog is a canvas of my being — threads of memory woven with the presence of kindred souls who have graced my life. It gathers fleeting whispers of thought and feelings that take shape in poetry. Writing is the doorway to my truest voice, a space where honesty and heart find their rhythm. Through these words, I honor the ones who matter most and cradle the moments we’ve shared, keeping them alive in the quiet art of remembrance.