And I was thinking....

I used to laugh at people who said, that your college days were the best you will ever have. It was so lame. So cliched... So something which everyone said again and again. I promised my self I would never ever preach anything like that to anyone. And i intend to keep it.

But who is to stop me from sharing what I feel today after 3 years of letting it float by.

Its not that the time was perfect. There were disasters. Agreed, Maybe not as big as the ones i faced later on in life, or maybe the ones which are yet to come. But in their own way, they were the biggest. They broke my back with their burden. I lost a few friends, a few probable relationships, a few moments of pure bliss.

But what i gained was unmeasurable. I learned what having a crush is all about. I learnt how obssessing about someone can bring you nothing but pain, how it wasn't healthy . I learnt how some people always stand by you no matter what. I learnt how special I was to so many people. I also discovered what ingredients a perfect life might have.

A year after I left college. The year was understandably different for me than for my other batchmates. I was in another college. The only thing was, the campus had gotten unimaginably bigger, my batchmates older, and the academics more demanding. My earlier friends took a backseat. Of course, not that i forgot them. They took a backseat. Life became more complicated,
more simpler at times. Other people took a precedence. It was not that I was not happy. I was. My older friends hater it. Why wouldnt they? They were struggling to make their mark in the world, and I was blissfully ignorant of their problems. But i wont blame myself. I was happy. I had some moments of pure bliss. Some memories which will always be with me.

But eventually I yearned for the people i had lost. Some were special and always will be throughout. Some i even forgot the faces of. Some call me once in a while and I cant even place them, after numerous reminders. Its so strange when i think we shared the same part of the universe for 4 long years. So much was built, but built on sand. And we never realized that.

The good part in my post graduation is, nothing even survived long enough for me to say, I built something. So there would not be a sense of loss with it.

Its ironic. People change, times change, situations change, but you just cannot force memories to change, can you? The guy who broke your heart will always be that, the guy who broke your heart. The friend whom you hugged first, would always be that, the huggable one. Thats their identity.
Thats who they are, to you. Theres so much we build. So much we carelessly leave behind.