Prem Gali!

This alumini reunion was not a usual get together as it was the silver jubilee of his university batch this year. Most of them were now the leaders of their fields having everything in the world, mostly married now with themselves have the college going kids. They were in branded dresses but longing for the good old days of university life. Although at that time they could not afford these kind of expensive branded dresses and could only satisfy themselves with window shopping and dreaming about a better tomorrow.

They gethered in same dining hall and celebrated with great heart and enjoyed the party.

Sarosh stepped on the dias and started his poetic speech as follows:

TIME TRAVEL, TREASURE HUNT FOR GATHERING THE GRAVELS.

We joined together, tender a quarter of a century earlier.

Those queuing with rigour for a slot at carrom board, for fresh baked chapati at kitchen or spring fests of ecstacy and uproar for a savour.

Years were four,

fortunes and future each of us scripted with individual features and flavours enamor.

Realities of life,

a tug of war,

harsh and segregating us into tiers of social strata and stir.

Get together is some glad gaze at the days gone-by.

Taking a trifle time off from the traditional tracks of our traverse for a welcome break.

Some have got flabs trimmed.

Quite a fabulous count have drenched in the wide array of respective delights they had long dreamed.

Such a cute collection of cameos with cosy caps and applauding claps doyened.

Tiga and BVS have untimely departed.

putting us into shambles and triggering such a swell of tears.

Life is a teaser,

Let us remember and reclaim those traces, trickles and tilts,

sort of some tinsel world,

through Sunil's lenses telescopic,

making us transgress through an aura and era talismanic.

Let us rewind the reminiscences of those realms of reality,

akin to the reels of a never to be missed movie,

those thunderous thursdays,

tremendous typhoons, paranoid and panoramic.

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There was a lot of clapping and cheering for his great speech as he went down from stage.

Some ladies even bursted into tears remembering their good old university days.

He sat back on his seat and put his hand in his wife's hand who once was his class fellow in this university and theirs was a love marriage after a burning affair in the university. The corridor outside their class room was known as Prem Gali at their time due to their love affair.