Who says every dream has got to have lots of colours? Some of us loved our pale, broken, silent dreams and still do.
This one's mine, An ever continuing dream- Wish I had the Madhuri I once had!
Introduction time: Madhuri is a school friend with whom I lost contact with. This post is all my effort to bring her back.
Yeah, Madhuri Achmani is a girl of some different land, a person with an open heart, a girl I am sure you would like the moment you see her. Whats so different about her is the difference she makes to people around her.
I remember calling off Homework and talking endlessly on phones till our landline bills shoot up. Also are the memories of roaming the school, bunking lectures in the name of helping teachers. Call her Mani n she used to show her wee little eyes. Bring her on Dias and dare any other speaker could talk.
No doubts she spoilt me, I became eager everytime I had a new story to say. Now keeping things to myself isn't very pleasant. No level of diary writing is going to help :(
Sure, school days can't be brought back. Tougher times separate people and construct a thick wall between them. Now comes the time to show your destructiveness, to destruct this wall, uproot it completely.
I am gonna fight till the last brick is thrown away, bring back my bestie, Madhuri, Come what may!
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