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Time Machine


An old friend is in town. I have been excited since the day I came to know that she will be visiting Bombay. It is always fun to be back with old friends. In the 7-8 hours that three of us spent together today, we did everything from sharing updates in our lives to exchanging gossip stories. Actually I didn't have any gossip stories, instead I was just listening most of the time.

There are few friends who are both elder and wiser than me... This one fits that criteria :)

After spending five and a half year at the same institute for finishing this degree, obviously I hardly have any of my seniors around. Even many of my batch mates have left the place. And currently I am one of the seniors in the department. So I am bound to be excited when one of my seniors is here. I have been jumping around and telling all that "Didi is here" :). After such a long time I am getting a chance to behave like a kid and now with her around I can even throw a tantrum. It is not that I don't make a fool of myself in front of the junior bachchas in the department. But still...this is different. And it feels so good....

....as if I laid my hands on a time machine and i am back in the good old days when i was in my first year.
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sujaan said…
aww shazia, have fun with didi! btw ur tantrums wud always be welcome, even to us junior bachhas...
07 January, 2009 12:37
Shazia said…
I know Sujaan :)
Thanks to all of you.
27 January, 2009 09:40
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