The first Sunday of August is considered as a Friendship Day and this year it was on 3 rd August. Many beautiful quotes flowed on social websites like Facebook , Wechat and Twitter. I started receiving amazing text in my cell phone. The world celebrated the day with beautiful words for their friend and I didn't stay away anymore. I joined the people in wishing all my friends a Happy friendship Day. There is no better way to start my first post of August with this piece. I sincerely dedicate this piece to one of my friend. Who says opposite gender can’t make a good friend. Actually that was my notion during my schooling days. A decade ago, back in Haa I first met my friend. Who would dare to talk with him; he was then the most serious guy we have ever seen. We weren't really a friend during our schooling days. I was too scared of him and I always made myself to stay away from him. I hate encountering him on my way. We could hardly see him with a...
I left my cell phone at home, and didn’t recall bringing my Lunch Box. I nearly missed my bus. I tried opening my mail, Alas!!! It says “Wrong Password… Try again”. What’s wrong?? Nothing was going well today. “Was it really going to be my Bad Hair Day…?” I whispered to myself . I gazed around and looked for someone to talk to. Just then my eyes were on an orange envelope lying in my unzipped bag. My hands were faster than my thought. Quickly I reached to the envelope. The address clearly says it was for me. Actually nothing can excite me than receiving a letter and going through it. I was just a second away from opening it when a shadow appeared in front of me and found myself talking to the stranger. I left the letter back in my bag unopened. It was a week ago I received a letter. In the rush for some work I forgot to go through it. The ray of summer sun was brightly peeping through my bedroom window. It was Sunday and it seemed a bright day. To the left of my pillow, my phone...
“Sometimes it’s better to bunk a class with your friends and enjoy with them, because today when I look back, marks never make me laugh, but memories do”…… A.P.J Abdul Kalam. I remember escaping my classes and attending the local rituals at our village. It all happened when I was a kid and studying in Jyenkhana. Come June, then most of us would not be seen during our afternoon classes. The annual ritual in our community usually starts from June. I and my group won’t be seen in most of the afternoon class. We would bunk and directly go to the place where ritual is taking place. Ritual then was like our afternoon classes, Must attend!! The best part of attending ritual is eating, drinking changkay,talking, singing and most of all the dancing after drinking changkay. We never bothered about our attendance. It was so much fun to escape the afternoon classes where most students fall asleep. I could still vividly remember us eating our dinner on the way....
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