Today was a BIG day..might seem like a very ordinary day to any B.I.T.-ian, a normal weekend hangout.Lunch at Hong-Kong (the finest restaurant in Ranchi), a cuppa at CCD, rushing off to Firayalal auto-stand as i was with someone of the opposite sex and who would not be allowed in the GIRLS BUS!
But what no one sees is the B-E-A-utiful day that i had. I might as well call it the BONDING DAY!
I settled my differences with a batchmate with whom a series of misunderstandings and a lotta ill fate lead us to be at each others throats all the time, today was the day when we settled out our issues, smoothed the edges and we got a sense of relief cause i no longer have a person who caused me discomfort or maybe 1less person who caused me discomfort...sheer salvation!
It is today that i have realised that you can possibly be with anyone, hang out with anyone,but as they say "Home is where the heart is"..and today i understood the gravity of the same.I realise that your heart is with your batchmates, who make you feel completely at home and ease.
These are the folks who have known you from ground zero, before you became a SOMEBODY!!They are the ones who knew you before you made your stand and the world adored you for it, the ones who really didn't care about your appearance...and believe you me anyone hanging out with you during your "murgi" season are sure looking for inner beauty and are your TRUE friends.
They loved you for your mere existence, NO STRINGS ATTACHED!!!
Now thats what i call "UNCONDITIONAL LOVE!!"
Thank you my dear batchmates turned friends for being there in my life and making it MORE BEAUTIFUL.


3 comments:
playing wid our emotions huh! wicked!!!
A play wid our emotions has been made for sure Mr Anonymous!
But surely, a valid point which has been made here. When we have problems, we always look upon our batchmates to solve them or lent us the support and provide us with advice.
senti for sure....just goes to show life in bit is utter crap without a gang of friendly (and equally frustrated) blokes
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