I turned back hearing my name and froze up for a moment seeing her face.
“You…here…” we both spoke up together, holding each other’s hands excitedly; we had no idea that our daughters’d been studying in the same college; if it wasn’t for their graduation ceremony, we would’ve never met again.
We reminisced about the good old days and a little while later, an awkward silence took over; it was strange that we had nothing else to talk about while in college we were inseparable; look how all of them are hugging and making promises to be friends forever, which in most instances will never be fulfilled – she said; I smiled in agreement.
– Chirasree, a dreamer.
Written for – Three Line Tales, Week 68
loved the way you wrote such an optimised writing with such an emotional touch it feels like you are a litrature engineer
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🙂 thank you for all the kind words…I keep trying
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Such a wistful post and poignant. I’ve felt this too and it’s okay. 🙂
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😊😊 thank you so much
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Beautiful..nakedly posing the life in all forms
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Thank you 😇
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It’s like that isn’t it, the friends we make we think will be friends always but like gets in the way and we move in different directions. Lovely piece of writing Scree…
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Thank you so much 😇😇
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How very sweet! The beginning of renewed friendships? Wonderful 🙂
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Thank you 😇😇
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Most welcome! 💕
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