When you are young and happy, you thought the world will last forever.
In those days, the all-important exams would loom up maliciously. But everything is okay, because we'd form a study group. Every day we'd meet, and till night we'd stay. What is the pain of studying when you are with friends? In the shadow of exams we'd fraternize, the group in the corner.
throwing paper planes and snack wrappers at each other, testing out understandings and acronyms. The work is tedious and dull, but plodding through it is easy. Students we all are; where and when better to form fast bonds than during exam time?
We've been successful.
We're doing what we wanted, but seldom meet anymore. Should i throw myself into my work? Can I?
Bittersweetness is such an ambivalent emotion to have.
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