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Here's another on the way post
This time in the bus and on the way back home from Jalandhar.
Had a fantastic day today especially the class was awesome and the lunch at the bus stand was even better but just hate walking with girls! oh man! They don't walk! They CRAWL! (no offence plz)...
Lets move to the topic as I'm quickly approaching back to my city from where I've to pick ma bike and go to the village.
I think I hardly told anyone about him before. We both started our nursery from a small room near our villages dairy, within a day or 2 he became my first friend, the first person in this world whom I ever became friend with, then we soon moved to a school in city where we both spent more than 4 years.
We use to sit together right behind the girls but never had good time with girls and still the case is same.
He was the only person whom I use to fight with in the class and then use to sit next to him bus and fight with others...:D
Even our marks use to be almost equal with both of us fighting for the first or at times second rank, but sadly I left that school in may 2001 and went abroad to Dubai, I was a bit happy for some days but soon realised that I was missing him but also knew that i'll not meet him for a long time or maybe that sometime will change into a decade.
Met some really good friends in Dubai during that period and some real best friends who became a part of my life since then, but again the time played its turn and we all separated, some moved to India while others continued their studies in Dubai but with a hope to meet as soon as possible..
I came to India last month for 2 weeks but then decided to stay here until my birthday and cousins marriage next year....
But who would have thought that the friend that I always use to look for every year I use to come here, the friend whom I last met in 3rd std. In Guru Nanak Public school, I would meet him unexpectedly exactly after a decade and that too on the occasion of Guru Nanak jayanti and in a rush of around 1K peoples...
Well, he's still the same, even his face looks the same as it use to be 10 years ago and he's still sincere as he use to be during his childhood so do I btw...:)
We discussed the good and bad time we spent together in school, the punishments we use get and the games we use to play and finally I took his number (the thing I missed last time)...
Btw forgot to tell his name, his name is Iqbal.
Time to have some dinner as I've reached home and then go to bed, feeling a bit tired, one can blindly trust a pilot but never trust a private bus driver even if u are blind.
Hehe! Sounds good!
Buenas noaches!..
Here's another on the way post
This time in the bus and on the way back home from Jalandhar.
Had a fantastic day today especially the class was awesome and the lunch at the bus stand was even better but just hate walking with girls! oh man! They don't walk! They CRAWL! (no offence plz)...
Lets move to the topic as I'm quickly approaching back to my city from where I've to pick ma bike and go to the village.
I think I hardly told anyone about him before. We both started our nursery from a small room near our villages dairy, within a day or 2 he became my first friend, the first person in this world whom I ever became friend with, then we soon moved to a school in city where we both spent more than 4 years.
We use to sit together right behind the girls but never had good time with girls and still the case is same.
He was the only person whom I use to fight with in the class and then use to sit next to him bus and fight with others...:D
Even our marks use to be almost equal with both of us fighting for the first or at times second rank, but sadly I left that school in may 2001 and went abroad to Dubai, I was a bit happy for some days but soon realised that I was missing him but also knew that i'll not meet him for a long time or maybe that sometime will change into a decade.
Met some really good friends in Dubai during that period and some real best friends who became a part of my life since then, but again the time played its turn and we all separated, some moved to India while others continued their studies in Dubai but with a hope to meet as soon as possible..
I came to India last month for 2 weeks but then decided to stay here until my birthday and cousins marriage next year....
But who would have thought that the friend that I always use to look for every year I use to come here, the friend whom I last met in 3rd std. In Guru Nanak Public school, I would meet him unexpectedly exactly after a decade and that too on the occasion of Guru Nanak jayanti and in a rush of around 1K peoples...
Well, he's still the same, even his face looks the same as it use to be 10 years ago and he's still sincere as he use to be during his childhood so do I btw...:)
We discussed the good and bad time we spent together in school, the punishments we use get and the games we use to play and finally I took his number (the thing I missed last time)...
Btw forgot to tell his name, his name is Iqbal.
Time to have some dinner as I've reached home and then go to bed, feeling a bit tired, one can blindly trust a pilot but never trust a private bus driver even if u are blind.
Hehe! Sounds good!
Buenas noaches!..
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