Dear Suhas

How i wish we could be five again and the biggest problem for us would be to wonder what my mum has packed for me in my tiffin box or if we would get selected in a team while playing 'Chor Police'
How i wish i could just rewind to even about five years back...and we would just be sitting on that damn wall, doing absolutely nothing...
And talk absolutely nothing for hours and yet leave with a feeling that we had the best conversation ever...
And talk about the pointlessness of hope...and the end of expectations...
And how we pledged to meet exactly 10 years from then and wonder how each of us had grown...
And how we wondered (and still wonder) why we never fought...
And of the fifteen years that i spent in the colony, the best years were the ones after we became friends.
And all those hours spent putting thought bubbles to people's heads...
Going back to the colony will no longer be the same...though the strange attachment to the wall remains...almost signifying a comforting permanence of things...