Break Off

Yesterday while travelling back with friends, listening to our favourite song so as to get a sentimental touch, I tried going back the memory lane. Unfortunately, none of us could shed a tear. All attempts in vain. We were meeting for the last time before we parted on our own ways. As usual, we met over a couple of pizza and made a big show. Roaring out loud... laughing till our stomachs ached .. This was what we used to do all these years. You know what? “We” (note-plural) haven’t done a single project. Any one of us would have done, and all others brilliantly copied. Though we studied, our combine studies hardly worked out, as it usually ended up in more serious  discussions. We used to snatch every crumb from one plate, yeah.. a plate was more than enough. There were fights, arguments..  But even if we kicked each others’ asses, never did we let anyone else do it. I can’t imagine crying because we are breaking off, especially in this century!! The funny part is, after we hug each other, say goodbye and reach home, the first thing we see is their message! Maybe I will, a little while later, when I start missing people who made fun of me and cared at the same time... After all, they made everyday different from each day!!